I find myself drawn ever back to the murky, monster filled jungles and deserts of Robert E. Howard’s Hyborian Age. A few years ago I got my hands on a collection of all the Conan Tales and read them from back to front. At the time I was an undergraduate and my interest for the vile sorceries of Conan’s world grew so passionate I largely based my undergraduate dissertation on it (along with several other pulp stories). I find I constantly want it to be considered literature, and often wonder why it isn’t by most people. I imagine it’s partly to do with the low brow nature of it; it’s escapist, easy fun about a strong warrior who saves countless damsels from the clutches of gibbering demons and mad wizards. I find another part of Howard’s rejection from scholarly discussion, when compared to similar writers of the time like H.P Lovecraft, is partly to do with the reinvention of the Continue reading “Concerning Conan” →