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The first published bio of Lovecraft was by L. Sprague de Camp, and reinforces his image of a strange and lonely oddball out of touch with the world and people around him.

A second biography, which is quite lengthy, and I can't remember the author of, gave a far different picture- an oddball, certainly, but a somewhat well adjusted one who had many friends, and was reasonably well socialized.

There was also a small volume that I checked out from the rare books room of the Eugene, Oregon Public Library, which was comprised of the correspondence Lovecraft carried on with one young fan over the course of many years. I wish I could remember the name of the young author, because it gave a really intimate, uniquely personal view of Lovecraft. The end of the book is very touching and sad, as it details the correspondence between the fellow and Lovecraft's aunt, once Lovecraft had become ill. The letters exchanged after Lovecraft died are so full of sorrow and loss- both on his aunt's side and from the young man's side. A real testament to what he meant to the people he knew during his lifetime.