An essay offers a concise critical appraisal of H. P. Lovecraft's fiction, explaining that a definitive judgment is hindered by unpublished poems, letters, and the lack of a full biography. It highlights recurring faults—prolixity and reliance on overwrought adjectives—and argues that the cosmic-horror cycle centered on the Cthulhu Mythos is overrated, often long and diminishing suspense. The critic identifies several earlier short pieces as exemplars for their compression, sustained atmosphere, and effective climaxes, and notes that these stories are likely to determine future appreciation. The piece frames its conclusions as personal and limited by time and scope.