The Outcast Manufacturers by Charles Fort, 1909

 ''The Outcast Manufacturers was the only published novel by Charles Hoy Fort. The original edition was published by B.W. Dodge and Company in 1909, and, later, the novel was serialized in the American edition of Pearson's Magazine. Only five chapters were published in Pearson's, before they ceased to appear; and, instead of reprinting the original novel, Fort had revised the first eight chapters of his novel into the five installments, which did appear. The original novel and my transcription of the texts from Pearson's were published in 1988 by the Printed Heritage Preservation Society with a foreword by Leonard Leshuk.
      Only minor editing has been done upon the original editions to correct errors that had escaped any earlier proof-reading. And, I would indicate that "Washington Park," (identified as such in chapter 11), is better known as Washington Square Park, at the southern end of Fifth Avenue at Waverly Place -  Mr. X''


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Là-Bas by J. K. Huysmans , 1891

"We must," he thought, "retain the documentary veracity, the precision of detail, the compact and sinewy language of realism, but we must also dig down into the soul and cease trying to explain mystery in terms of our sick senses. If possible the novel ought to be compounded of two elements, that of the soul and that of the body, and these ought to be inextricably bound together as in life. Their interreactions, their conflicts, their reconciliation, ought to furnish the dramatic interest. In a word, we must follow the road laid out once and for all by Zola, but at the same time we must trace a parallel route in the air by which we may go above and beyond.... A spiritual naturalism! It must be complete, powerful, daring in a different way from anything that is being attempted at present. Perhaps as approaching my concept I may cite Dostoyevsky. Yet that exorable Russian is less an elevated realist than an evangelic socialist. In France right now the purely corporal recipe has brought upon itself such discredit that two clans have arisen: the liberal, which prunes naturalism of all its boldness of subject matter and diction in order to fit it for the drawing-room, and the decadent, which gets completely off the ground and raves incoherently in a telegraphic patois intended to represent the language of the soul—intended rather to divert the reader's attention from the author's utter lack of ideas. As for the right wing verists, I can only laugh at the frantic puerilities of these would-be psychologists, who have never explored an unknown district of the mind nor ever studied an unhackneyed passion. They simply repeat the saccharine Feuillet and the saline Stendhal. Their novels are dissertations in school-teacher style. They don't seem to realize that there is more spiritual revelation in that one reply of old Hulot, in Balzac's Cousine Bette, 'Can't I take the little girl along?' than in all their doctoral theses. We must expect of them no idealistic straining toward the infinite. For me, then, the real psychologist of this century is not their Stendhal but that astonishing Ernest Hello, whose unrelenting unsuccess is simply miraculous!"

Là-Bas by J. K. Huysmans , 1891

http://www.gutenberg.org/files/14323/14323-h/14323-h.htm

3 Cthulhu Mythos Stories (Robert E. Howard)

''A word as to this rare work. Its extreme ambiguity in spots, coupled with its incredible subject matter, has caused it long to be regarded as the ravings of a maniac and the author was damned with the brand of insanity. But the fact remains that much of his assertions are unanswerable, and that he spent the full forty-five years of his life prying into strange places and discovering secret and abysmal things.''

https://archive.org/details/TheCthulhuMythosStories

 The Lizard Men of Los Angeles (Lewis Shiner, 
 1999)

"Have you ever," Rosenberg asked, "heard the name Aleister Crowley?"
They sat the parlor of Rosenberg's house in the community of Silver Lake,
located to the north and west of Los Angeles proper. Rosenberg was
fortifying himself with brandy while Cairo drank strong tea. Mrs.
Lockhart, who had changed into a low-cut black evening dress, had
declined refreshment.
"The Great Beast?" Cairo asked, startled. "He's involved in this?"

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The Wolves of God, and other fey stories (Algernon Blackwood/Wilfred Wilson ,1910)

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At the Mountains of Madness (H.P. Lovecraft, 1936)

''I am forced into speech because men of science have refused to follow my

advice without knowing why. It is altogether against my will that I tell my

reasons for opposing this contemplated invasion of the antarctic - with its

vast fossil hunt and its wholesale boring and melting of the ancient ice caps. 

And I am the more reluctant because my warning may be in vain.''

https://archive.org/details/AtTheMountainsOfMadness

The Hollow Earth (Rudy Rucker, 1990)

''In 1836, Mason Algiers Reynolds leaves his family’s Virginia farm with his father’s slave, a dog named Arf, and a mule named Dammit. Branded a murderer, he finds sanctuary with his hero, frustrated genius Edgar Allan Poe, and together they embark on an extraordinary expedition to the South Pole, and the entrance to the Hollow Earth. It is there, at the center of the world, where strange physics, strange people, and stranger creatures abound, that their bizarre adventures truly begin.''


https://archive.org/details/TheHollowEarth