Product Description

Professor Rudolph Pearson moved to New York City after the Great War, hoping to put his past behind him. While teaching Medieval Literature at Columbia University, he helped the police unravel a centuries old mystery. At the same moment, he uncovered a threat so terrifying that he could not turn away. With the bloody scribbling of an Old English script in a dead man s apartment, Rudolph Pearson begins a journey that takes him to the very beginning of human civilization. There he learns of the terror that brings doom to his world. Gathered here are the weird investigations of Rudolph Pearson. This compilation of cosmic horror and Cthulhu Mythos tales brings to life a world full of the grotesque and the malefic, set against a backdrop of an unknowable universe. Progress can be horrifying.

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #109184 in Books
• Published on: 2008-04-15
• Original language: English
• Number of items: 1
• Binding: Paperback
• 240 pages

Review
Jones has created a winning combination...not just an item for genre enthusiasts but a little classic in dark fiction.--The Zone --The Zone

About the Author
William Jones is a writer and editor who has worked across genres, including mystery, horror, science fiction, dark fiction, historical and young adult, and non-fiction. He has edited several fiction anthologies. His writing also reaches into the role-playing industry, where he has published articles and gaming supplements for a variety of publishers. When not writing fiction, he teaches English at a university in Michigan.

Customer Reviews

Horripilating indeed! More please, Mr. Jones.
The Strange Cases of Rudolph Pearson by William Jones is a trade paperback published by Chaosium. List price is $14.95; currently is not available directly from Amazon. Cover art is by Steven Gilberts, who gave us the covers of Frontier Cthulhu (my favorite of his works) and Arkham Tales (which I also liked better than this). A vile multi-tentacled thing with weirdly segmented legs is trying to pass through some portal. Mr. Gilberts seems to be the house artist for Chaosium these days. Page count is 240 but the actual text doesn't start until page 15, and there are scattered blank pages between sections. For the price, for publishers in this genre, I think this is a reasonably generous book. Production values are high and editing was tight; I didn't notice any typographical errors. Several of the stories have been published before (as noted in the useful acknowledgements, but only in obscure periodicals. I actually previously read Feasters of the Dark when it saw the light of print in Dreaming in R'lyeh (a magazine that tanked rapidly thereafter, lamented only because they welshed on my subscription money). The author William Jones is well known due to his tireless efforts on behalf of Elder Signs Press (one of my favorite publishing concerns!) and horror fiction in general.

Rudolph Pearson is a Doctor of Medieval Studies at Columbia University in New York. The stories in this book are his journals as presented by his great grandson many years later. In many ways this book is similar to The Tales of Inspector Legrasse by CJ Henderson. Although these stories were written across a span of years and could be read separately, in aggregate they read like interconnected chapters of a novel. In fact, here I disagree with the author. I think they must be read sequentially and would be far less enjoyable if taken out of context. In particular, Mr. Jones has slightly amended some of them so that they have less redundancy and fit together more seamlessly. Rather than list the individual story titles, I think it better to consider the individual works as a whole. Dr. Pearson is summoned at first by Detective Matthew Leahy to help translate some strange words written in blood at the scene of a gruesome murder. This leads to a confrontation of strange creatures in the sewers of New York. One thing I really liked was that Mr. Jones did not elbow the reader in the side and harp on Lovecraftian context or entities; clearly these were ghouls and it did not need to be explicitly stated. I like a good ghoulish story (NB: Throne of Bones by McNaughton cannot be recommended highly enough, and we all regret that Charnel Feast will forever remain a concept and not a book); Mr. Jones' explanation of the ghouls' origin is as good as I have read. After that adventure, one of Dr. Pearson's colleagues, Effram Harris, creates a device that pierces the veil of reality. The outcome is pretty predictable but well executed. What follows is a creature that is clearly a Hound of Tindalos is attracted to Harris' temporal manipulations, causing mayhem throughout the city. The details of manipulation of the occult and the purposes of chants, sigils and gestures is more completely described in this book than in any except perhaps Where Goeth Nyarlathotep; again Mr. Jones has given a lot of thought to his subject matter and developed it carefully. It is up to Dr. Pearson to somehow stop this Hound. Along the way we meet his annoying colleague, Jordan Gabriel, an accomplished archeologist and brash go getter trying to break through in the man's world of the 1920s. At first our hero doesn't care for her, but anyone can see where this is eventually going. Now that Dr. Pearson is more in tune with the occult (for a very good reason that becomes clearer later) he is gradually drawn into the machinations of Gregor Van Eych, a wealthy New Yorker. Over several stories we learn about a gathering of mysterious forces, a darker underlying purpose and a cult of demon possessed souls that is striving to bring Xinlurgash, the ever consuming, into our world. Only Dr. Pearson gradually becomes aware of the truth of what is happening and he must harness all of his nascent sorcerous skills to save humanity, and his sanity. If or how this happens I leave to your reading pleasure. The book comes full circle to finish with a nice ghoulish denouement.

I found The Strange Cases of Rudolph Pearson to be an undemanding, thoroughly entertaining read; I finished it off into 2 or 3 breezy nights. I guess the fact that I didn't want to set it aside, that I kept wanting to know what happened next, is my strongest recommendation. Plotting was tight and moved along breathlessly. The main character developed and changed over the course of the book, although the supporting players were basically only loosely sketched out. Dialogue had some snap and sparkle. Lovecraftian elements were central to the book, but as I indicated before, Mr. Jones prefers understatement in this regard. If I have to point out one miscue, it would be that Dr. Pearson noted humanity was "the soul of the cosmos." In most Lovecraftian fiction humanity is a barely noticeable snack on Cthulhu's smorgasbord.

So here we have a reasonably priced book by a highly regarded author full of tightly written stories in engaging prose. All Lovecraftians have to have it; go ahead and order a copy.