Oh, boy, kiddies. This is a good one. Any "best of" collection of Clark Ashton Smith's writing that's deserving of the title (and this one is, very much so) is going to be a veritable embarassment of riches for those who are predisposed to enjoy his work, so it's difficult to know where to start. Perhaps it's best to give the potential reader a small sample of Smith's prose, if for no other reason to than to make it clear (to name another great literary Californian) that we're not hanging out with John Steinbeck in Salinas here. To that end, here's a brief excerpt from "The Dark Eidolon" (one of my favorite stories in the collection), in which the wizard Namirrha casts a spell of apocalyptic doom on the country of Xylac:
"Instantly, it seemed that great ebon clouds of thunder beetled against the sun. Lining the horizon, the clouds took the form of colossal monsters with heads and members somewhat resembling those of stallions. Rearing terribly, they trod down the sun like an extinguished ember; and racing as if in some hippodrome of Titans, they rose higher and vaster, coming towards Ummaos. Deep, calamitous rumblings preceded them, and the earth shook visibly, till Zotulla saw that these were not immaterial clouds, but actual living forms that had come forth to tread the world in macrocosmic vastness. Throwing their shadows for many leagues before them, the coursers charged as if devil-ridden into Xylac, and their feet descended like falling mountain crags upon far oases and towns of the outer wastes."
You probably had one of two reactions upon reading the above passage. If your favorite reading matter is the short stories published in The New Yorker, I'm guessing your reaction was something along the lines of, "Ugh! I'll have to mark HIM down as a must to avoid!" However, if you're like me and are open to styles that are, shall we say, a bit more gothic and/or baroque than those preferred by your average John Updike fan (I mean no disrespect, by the way - I like his work, too), you might very well say, as I did, "Wow! This is it. This is the guy I've been looking for my whole life."
(Incidentally, I think that's how it often is with a writer like Smith. He's certainly not a writer who appeals to all tastes - unsuprisingly, as this was hardly his intention.)
Anyway, if you fall into the latter group and you get your hands on this volume, you are, as they say, in for a real treat. This is a really great collection that will give you hours of delight. (It'll also give you a chance to give your favorite dictionary a run for its money - Smith had an enormous vocabulary of esoteric words that he was unafraid to employ at will.) I sincerely hope you find the kind of joy in Smith's weird literary wizardry that I have.