The Cimmerian V2n4 — August 2005

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Edited by Leo Grin | Illustrated by Jae Woo Kim
40 pages

This issue was printed in two editions. The deluxe edition, numbered 1–75, uses a black linen cover with foil-stamped emeraude text. The limited edition, numbered 76–225, uses an emeraude cover with solid black text.

DELUXE COPIES DESTROYED: 0

LIMITED COPIES DESTROYED: 48

Features complete coverage of the 2005 Robert E. Howard Days festival, including thousands of words of commentary from a variety of attendees. Also features an article on Howard’s personal library by [redacted], a look at a rare collectible — inscribed by Howard himself — from Joseph Linzalone, a poem about Howard by Frank Coffman, numerous pictures, a variety of letters in The Lion’s Den, and more.

EXCERPTS:

“Of course, going to the Howard House is mandatory. I can’t envision a trip to Cross Plains without seeing REH’s room, or The Room as I’ve dubbed it. It’s amazing to me to be in the same spot where my favorite author created his works. It never gets old for me.”

— Scott Hall, from “When You Wish Upon a (Wandering) Star” Howard Days 2005 coverage

 

I had never heard of any Howard-inscribed books on the marketplace. Although there may be a few out there somewhere, as far as I know the above volume is the only book inscribed by Robert E. Howard ever made available to collectors.

— from “Bundling Inscribed” by Joseph Linzalone

He scorned their idle talk, their lives, their stares:
Those worlds he saw were neither there — nor theirs.

— from “Crazy Son” by Frank Coffman

Many pulp titles that contain REH stories not of the “weird fiction” variety were, up until the last few years, fairly plentiful and available at shows in the $20–$50 price range. No more. It would seem that the surge in popularity and collectability of “all things Robert E. Howard” has certainly affected the pulp magazine market. I would suspect that this would continue to hold true at least for the near term because of simple supply and demand for the finite number of these fragile books.

— James Barron, writing in The Lion’s Den