Though it was not immediately foreseen, Arkham House had its inception in the death of Howard Phillips Lovecraft on March 15, 1937. The first word of Lovecraft’s death came in a letter from the late Howard Wandrei, then in New York, a letter I read on my way into the marshes below Sauk City, where I had intended to spend an afternoon reading Thoreau’s _Journal_. Instead, I sat at a railroad trestle beside the brook and considered ways and means of putting together Lovecraft’s best works and bringing them out in book form. I was under no illusions about the difficulty of persuading a New York publisher to bring out such a collection, for, in the broadest sense, Lovecraft was relatively obscu…
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