Sometimes the books you read are so strong in imagery that they become part of your internal landscape and remain with you for a very long time.
Lovecraft’s novella had that kind of impact on me and even though its setting is in arctic regions, these craggy alpine mountain peaks evoked this story in my mind and the borrowed title perfectly emphasises the dark and forbidding mood of the images
I could not help feeling that they were evil things– mountains of madness whose farther slopes looked out over some accursed ultimate abyss. That seething, half-luminous cloud-background held ineffable suggestions of a vague, ethereal beyondness far more than terrestrially spatial; and gave appalling reminders of the utter remoteness, separateness, desolation, and aeon-long death of this untrodden and unfathomed austral world.
~ H.P. Lovecraft ~
