None of these stories ever acheive quite the effect of sheer cosmic horror that seems to be Lovecraft's truly unique gift, but they sure give the impression of someone having an absolute whale of a time messing about in the sandbox, and they have lots of nice touches here and there, such as female characters with dialogue and agency and who, y'know, have actual sex with the protagonist rather than engaging in unholy breeding programmes. It all serves to highlight Lovecraft's own unique preoccupations, somewhat, given that they were written contemporaneously. Even the racism is only occasional and rather bog-standard or perhaps even just there because it's a Lovecraftian feature like Dunwich and calling frogs 'brachians.' I'd quite like to read more of these if I can find them.