In contrast, the theme of this short novel is not simple but somber it is a meditation on the shared gloom of the robust barbarian man in the dawn of civilization and the corrupt decadent man of civilization’s dusk and death. Some of the appeal of this yarn may be lost on any modern reader who has encountered Howard’s many imitators, because this story contains all the elements of the quintessential Conan adventure: from a feisty yet desirable swordswoman, to prehistoric monsters raised by eldritch powers, to lost races (at least two) swimming in their own sadistic corruption and occultism, adepts of black magic (at least three), murder, torture, betrayal, death, and at least one mystic wand issuing a death-ray.Īs with all Howard stories, the characters are defined with broad and simple yet bold brush strokes, nor prompted by any complexity of motives to their acts, nor given overmuch to introspection the action is fast, death is swift, and the mood is one of oppressive eldritch darkness closing in. Thanks to the magic of the internet, it is available free of charge to any who care to read it: or listen to it: ‘Red Nails’ is a novella first serialized in 1936 in the July through October issues of Weird Tales, and the last of the tales of Conan the Barbarian penned by Robert E Howard, as well as one of the best.

This is a somewhat overdue review, only seventy-eight years after the fact.

Conan the barbarian red nails