Review: RADIOTHEATRE'S 3RD H.P. LOVECRAFT FESTIVAL by Danny Bowes
The work of Mr. Howard Philips Lovecraft lends itself naturally to claustrophobic readings, being as it was so largely unappreciated in his own lifetime. It's not hard at all (if perhaps slightly reductive) to see Lovecraft as ranting anxiously into a void, hearing only the echo of his own voice in reply. Add in Lovecraft's lifelong fear of going insane, and the claustrophobia only closes in further. That considered,…