I agree with others that his strength was in world building and creating an chills-inducing atmosphere. When I was a kid, I had a dream that when you die you go to the moon and just stare up at the sky forever. Far from home.
I guess that's how a Lovecraft story makes me feel. Except when the story makes me feel like skinnydipping in a vat of Lysol. That happens, too.
And, yes, he was a racist, sexist mess.
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