onument that the famed tomb of Perneb was found--more than four hundred miles north of the Theban rock valley where Tut-Ankh-Amen sleeps. Again I was forced to silence through sheer awe. The prospect of such antiquity, and the secrets each hoary monument seemed to hold and brood over, filled me with a reverence and sense of immensity nothing else ever gave me.
Fatigued by our climb, and disgusted with the importunate Bedouins whose actions seemed to defy every rule of taste, we omitted the arduous detail of entering the cramped interior passages of any of the pyramids, though we saw several of the hardiest tourists preparing for the suffocating crawl through Cheops' mightiest memorial. As we dismissed and overpaid our local bodyguard and drove back to Cairo with Abdul Reis under the afternoon sun, we half regretted the omission we had made. Such fascinating things were whispered about lower pyramid passages not in the guide books; passages whose entrances had been hastily blocked up and concealed by ce
An account by Houdini, ghostwritten by Lovecraft, of an Egyptian adventure. As is often the case with Lovecraft, the reader must slog through a rather tedious build-up to get to the actual horror story.
The account of being lost in dark underground caverns is pretty decent, as Lovecraft restrains his piling up of vague adjectives and just tells a pretty straight story.
Better than most Lovecraft.
Interesting novella. It purports to be a report of the experience of Harry Houdini in Egypt. Although he constantly reminds us that most of what he remembers was probably a dream or hallucination, it’s really quite creepy, and certainly would give anyone with claustrophobia nightmares! Good read - fast-paced and atmospheric.