So Beholder is rereading the original Conan stories, and I thought we should both post our thoughts on them. We'll be going through the original Robert Howard stories from 1932-36 in published order, then the Sprauge de Camp/Lin Carter additions from the Lancer paperbacks of the '60s and '70s that popularized the character.
First up is "The Phoenix on the Sword". With this story, Conan the Cimmerian made his debut in the December 1932 issue of Weird Tales. Remembered today mostly for these stories and many of H.P. Lovecraft's, this was a pulp anthology of supernatural and science fiction stories with a small stable of star writers whose cover stories promised nude or scantily-clad damsels in distress, often from other women. Lovecraft never got a cover. Howard soon would, but at this time he was still finding his legs as a commercial writer. "The Phoenix on the Sword" is actually an extensive revision of "By This Axe, I Rule!", a rejected tale of Howard's previous barbarian hero, Kull of Atlantis. But enough setup!
We begin with the Stygian (prehistoric Egyptian) sorcerer Thoth-Amon meeting the statesman-turned-outlaw Ascalante in the capital of Aquilonia. They've got a conspiracy to assassinate King Conan going with two noblemen, an army commander, and a minstrel named Rinaldo. They just need to get past Conan's bodyguards, because one army commander is in on the plot and the loyal one is being lured away with Conan's right-hand man Prospero to help King Numa of neighboring Nemedia...
... yeah, Howard's Hyborian Age was Anachronism Stew.
Next we meet Conan himself, discussing matters of state with Prospero before the rightful duke of Milan departs for Nemedia. Conan is wistful for his old days as a barbarian mercenary, before taking the previous king's crown "from his gory head." Only briefly did the people hail him as a liberator before the poetry of Rinaldo, an idealist who sees the hereditary dynasty Conan ended as a remnant of a lost Golden Age, turned them against him. Prospero recommends having him hanged, but Conan says "His songs are mightier than my scepter; for he has near ripped the heart from my breast when he chose to sing for me." Then Conan does some cartography.
Man, what a softy. The primal bodybuilder image only comes later.
Back to Thoth-Amon. He's complaining too, confiding in one of those treacherous noblemen that he was once high priest of Stygia, where "King Ctesphon gave me great honor, casting down the magicians from the high places to exalt me..." This was all because he could do mighty magic with the Serpent Ring of Set, "found in a nighted tomb a league below the earth, forgotten before the first man crawled out of the slimy sea." Um, I don't think Thoth grasps evolutionary history. But that's understandable if he's from prehistoric Egypt. Anyway, one day a thief stole the ring and Thoth was no longer mightier than other magi. They ganged up on him and he barely escaped the country with his life, reduced to serving Ascalante. By coincidence, the nobleman he's talking to bought the ring from the thief, which when Thoth finds out makes him strangle the man to death while shrieking things like "My ring! My power!"
By the way, this story was published five years before The Hobbit and decades before The Lord of the Rings.
Now Thoth summons "the slave of the ring", a baboon-shaped djinn, and tells it to sniff out Ascalante and kill him. Meanwhile in Conan's bedroom, the king isn't sleeping well. He starts sleepwalking and meets a sage who's been dead 1500 years, who gives him a magic sword with a phoenix etched on the blade. As he comes to full consciousness, the conspirators are sneaking through the palace, and he barely has time to put on a cuirass before they burst in on him. Outnumbered and without helmet or shield, Conan expects that he'll die and hopes to leave a respectable pile of enemy corpses at his feet. What follows is a well-paced and complex fight scene where Conan slays several mooks with barbaric fury, then falters when Rinaldo attacks, not splitting the man's skull until wounded himself (et tu, minstrel?). The bleeding Conan looks doomed until Ascalante is distracted by an attacking baboon djinn. The surviving conspirators flee, but the baboon djinn is still hungry after killing Ascalante and pounces on Conan, who finds that it melts and disintegrates into slime if stabbed with a magic sword. By this time everyone in the palace has been roused and comes to tend the king's wounds, but no evidence of the plot or the supernatural remains except the dead bodies of Ascalante and Rinaldo. (spooky chord)
Next up: "The Scarlet Citadel".
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i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
This is just such a great line.
I read some of these stories a long time ago but I barely remember them, honestly.
That, to me, is a very interesting phrase that clarifies a lot about Lovecraft. His main point used to be not even that the creatures are scary, ancient an powerful - even though they are - but rather that our mind is too confined with what we think should be, and thus fragile. Now, Conan is not fearless, but he is able to take things in stride as "Well, weird stuff happens", having little preconceived notions of how exactly the world is supposed to work and why exactly there should be no demons of the Elder World. To him the point is that it is vast and dangerous, not that it was not supposed to be there in the first place.
Conan again acting in a Chaotic Good manner - note that it did not occur to him to demand a reward or stop for looting after seeing the condition of the poor Eldritch Abomination.
And, in the end, the adventure concludes with Conan gaining exactly zero treasure (though probably he got some XP). It is interesting that while the series inspired a lot of games about the treasure-seeking adventurers, Conan rarely gets to keep any loot at all.
That, to me, is a very interesting phrase that clarifies a lot about Lovecraft. His main point used to be not even that the creatures are scary, ancient an powerful - even though they are - but rather that our mind is too confined with what we think should be, and thus fragile.
Yes. Reading Lovecraft, it took me awhile to figure out why "blasphemous" was one of his favorite adjectives. It wasn't just a hack writer's verbal tic: he was trying to convey that whatever thing the adjective described outraged the protagonist's worldview, his religion or his faith in scientific materialism. Conan is too ignorant for that.
@kingCrackers: Interesting. That fits with Yag's positive depiction.
That is interesting in comparison with the naive young Conan in the Tower of the Elephant who does not understand such games and old Conan from his time as a king who probably understands them, but holds them in disdain
Sancha is much less annoying than the previous two love interests, though rather unimpressive. But the plot focuses on her lusting for Conab/bugging him much less. At the beginning I thought she would have some potential, as she is described as someone successfully adapted to a harsh life, who managed to secure herself a comfortable enough existence anyway, so I did expect her to keep her wits about her. But that's not what happened, and during the dangerous parts of an adventure Conan has to shake her to her senses and push her into right direction before she might be useful.
The story itself seems rather unfinished - an unstarted, for that matter. We never got any exposition on what the heck was going on on the island. We don't even get the name for the race of antagonists. Who they were, what exactly they were doing, why - it is never even hinted at. Zaporavo initially "desired to learn if this island were indeed that mentioned in the mysterious Book of Skelos, whereon, nameless sages aver, strange monsters guard crypts filled with hieroglyph- careen gold." Well, was it? We have seen no crypts and have no idea if it is even connected.
Some interesting realism in the writing, as, while taunting the bad guys in order to draw them away, Conan composed a clever plan involving the ledge of the coutryard they were fighting at. A lott of attention is drawn to it, describing how the monsters underestimated their opponent and thought they are about to corner him while actually he has moved there deliberaly and is about to do something clever... only for the ledge to prove unstable and the clever plan to fail.
The "scary" parts of the story had so much potential that just never been realized. From that parrot to the overall atmosphere of creepiness over the ruins. I even liked that the statues ended up attacking the random and vaguey hostile NPCs, giving the sense that our protagonists narrowly escaped something very bad. But I guess it's just the very idea of the statues is not very scary. Some sort of undead might have worked better, I'd think.
Still, it is amusing that the monster that the story is named for only gets an appearance off-screen, while the actual fight with the gorilla is more like a random encounter.
I do wonder where the hay Kozaks fit in th verse' geography.
The main theme of this story seems to be Conan as a Noble Savage archetype. The story focused quite a lot on how distasteful, corrupt and cruel the civilization is (with a mistreated slave girl as a showcase focus for it), and how Conan would have none of it.
"Like Dawn running naked on the snows," he muttered, his eyes burning
like those of a wolf.
"Then why do you not rise and follow me? Who is the strong warrior who
falls down before me?" she chanted in maddening mockery. "Lie down and
die in the snow with the other fools, Conan of the black hair. You can
not follow where I would lead."
"He had forgotten the fight, forgotten the mailed warriors who lay in their
blood, forgotten Niord and the reavers who had failed to reach the
fight. He had thought only for the slender white shape which seemed to
float rather than run before him." This hardly looks like a description of a man in control of his senses. Oh, and he was pretty much dying at that point - I doubt he could follow if not for a supernatural compulsion.
And it might be that she could not cancel whatever she was doing. It had to wear off in time.
I think that the mere fact of Conan going that far while essentially dying shows a kind of compulsion. He is not normally that crazy, and attentions from women at unfortunate times tend to annoy him. Remember how Yasmela had to throw herself at him and he was like "Ugh, don't we have work to do?". And he was in much better shape at that time.