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On H.P. Lovecraft's The Music of Erich Zann

H.P. Lovecraft is widely regarded as the most influential writer in the modern horror sub-genre. His main influences were Poe and Dunsany.

A Question of Style

H.P. Lovecraft did regard The music of Erich Zann to have been his more elegant work; although he goes on to explain that, in his view, the story is better than the rest of his works merely due to not including as many faults. The reader, not hindered by the writer’s self-reproaches or perfectionism, and able to freely comment on positive elements in the work, might still arrive to the same conclusion regarding the worth of this short story.

It is often noted – and not without reason – that Lovecraft’s style of writing incorporates a few problematic elements. In his older works he did persistently make use of terms which can only be described as archaic. Reading words such as “gibbous”, or “eldritch”, or even “batrachian”, can create the impression that the text is needlessly cryptic, or that – even worse – the author is either unaware of the disobliging effect or is indifferent to the reader – who could well identify such terms as severely grating. In contrast to some other works of his, the language in The music of Erich Zann is easy to follow, and flows naturally. That said, it is perhaps poignant to argue that this difference in language was brought about by the very idea in this story: Erich Zann is himself a sentinel of cryptic realms, so, in a way, his figure elegantly plays the role formerly – and problematically – assigned to Lovecraft’s old and rigid vocabulary.

H.P. Lovecraft

H.P. Lovecraft

Erich Zann, the mute

Erich Zann cannot speak. He is a very old person, who works as a viola-player in a cheap orchestra. His body resembles that of a satyr, and he keeps to himself. Staying in his flat, at the top of the Rue d'Auseil – a street in Paris – he is the only one in the entire area who can have a look, from his window, at the panorama of the impressive metropolis.

Or at least that is what the narrator regards as true… Indeed, there was good reason to expect that from the sole window in the room of Erich Zann one can observe the beautifully lit city below; given they are in the highest point of the extremely lofty Rue d'Auseil. When he makes his original attempt to approach that window, he is violently pushed back by his host. That action will, later on, prove to be very reasonable; but for the time being the narrator is completely unaware of the peculiar nature of the location he carelessly wandered upon…

The Narrator

The story beings with the strange claim that the narrator cannot trace the Rue d’ Auseil; that area where he came to stay for a while, during the worst era of his life as an impoverished student in Paris. The street isn’t found on any map, and, despite being located on an extremely elevated part of the city – one even resembling an actual hill – it seems to no longer be visible to him from anywhere. He was forced to leave the place, in extreme haste, terrified by a discovery he made in the room of Erich Zann...

What attracted him to that old musician were the remarkable compositions he could overhear him playing on his viola. The narrator isn’t knowledgeable in music, yet he still could identify that the music played was highly original. It had elements of genius, and was characterized by a highly morbid quality. The narrator quickly reached the (somewhat anodyne) conclusion that Zann was expressing, with music, the frightening mentality of his solitary existence. But the narrator never actually expected this artistic prowess to be based on anything more tangible than the aesthetics of an unusual and gifted soul. In that – at least in the context of what goes on in the story – he was very much mistaken…

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Erich Zann and the narrator; an illustration by  Andrew Brosnatch

Erich Zann and the narrator; an illustration by Andrew Brosnatch

Erich Zann, the musician

Zann never actually wanted to befriend the narrator. He tried to feign interest, and allowed him to visit him and listen to some of his less original works. Yet he only did so in order to get the narrator to not inquire further into the nature of the music Zann was chiefly interested in producing.

When, at length, Zann identifies that this annoying visitor has in fact overheard some of his more personal compositions, he is shocked, and finds a way to convince his new acquaintance to move to an apartment that is further away from Zann’s floor. As part of the same plan, he promises that the narrator can visit him any time he wants; he only asks that there are no more requests to have him play his more personal pieces.

Zann doesn’t keep his promise; when the narrator relocates as was asked to do, the musician regularly avoids him and dismisses all his requests for a new visit.

H.P. Lovecraft's drawing, of another of his creations; Cthulhu, an ancient and immortal being.

H.P. Lovecraft's drawing, of another of his creations; Cthulhu, an ancient and immortal being.

The Night of the Crisis

Despite no longer living right below Zann’s apartment, the narrator still routinely and stealthily ascends the stairs so as to be near the old artist, and to keep listening to the mystifying notes produced by his viola. On one such occasion he is terrified by the incredible crescendo heard from behind Zann's door… Fearing – with valid reason – that his friend may be in danger, he shouts to him to open the door, and being met with no reply other than with the continuation of the hellish music – which now sounds far more like the output of a full orchestra, instead of that of a single player – he breaks open the door, and finds Zann in a state of delirium!

The old man has effectively become a kind of automaton; a puppet, reacting to his own music; or, possibly, to some external note, which curiously appears to be originating from behind the window of that room.

It is, once again, this window which the narrator will near; and this time he cannot be stopped by his host. At the moment he pulls the curtain he expects to see the city below – but he instead is met with complete darkness! The sole window in the apartment of Erich Zann, that one and only look-out beyond the high wall at the end of the elevated street, is shown to be the entrance to a dark abyss; which is finally revealed to be the origin of Erich Zann's captivating music...

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