
Richard Corben’s adaptation of H.P. Lovecraft’s works falls in a similar vein as some of our earlier readings, notably The Wolverton Bible and R. Crumb’s Genesis, in that the artist is not at all afraid of embracing the ugly and the grotesque in ways that are effective but not necessarily “cool.” Corben’s figures, especially his facial work, is distorted, plumped, bumpy – they look like the character actors you always see, but whose names you never remember. It also bears a strong resemblance, I feel, with the work of Howard Cruse, creator of the seminal Stuck Rubber Baby. All of these creators have a way of drawing completely “unrealistic” figures that feel incredibly real and human.
Corben’s style is also a strong fit for horror, in the most seventies sense of the word. His is not the relentlessly dark, stylized work of Jae Lee or Kent Williams, but the absurdly, almost humorous impossibilities of late EC comics, where grotesqueries and absurdities merge. Most of Corben’s designs look executable with the monster make-up technology of 1975, but work because of that same sense of consistency and suspension of disbelief.

Similarly, there is an unavoidable problem in attempting to show the “unshowable.” Lovecraft’s horror often comes in the form of indescribable terrors, not fit to exist within our realm of the senses. By choosing, in most cases, to realize these horrors on the page rather than play with withholding visuals, Corben will inevitably disappoint some readers. However, like Lovecraft himself, Corben is an influential creator whose style can be felt in many places, even if his own output is hit-or-miss with many readers.

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