Paperback, 256 pages
Italiano language
Published Jan. 1, 2024 by Vallardi A..
Questa raccolta di dieci racconti fantastici, caratterizzati dal gusto per il soprannaturale, il mistico e il macabro, rievocano atmosfere vicine alle narrazioni di Edgar Allan Poe. Chambers ha lasciato il segno nella letteratura horror del Novecento e in particolare nel maestro del mistero e del terrore H.P. Lovecraft, che ha affermato: "Quest'opera raggiunge vertici straordinari di paura cosmica". Giustamente famosi sono i racconti che hanno come filo conduttore "Il re giallo", una fantomatica tragedia che induce alla pazzia tutti coloro che la leggono.
Questa raccolta di dieci racconti fantastici, caratterizzati dal gusto per il soprannaturale, il mistico e il macabro, rievocano atmosfere vicine alle narrazioni di Edgar Allan Poe. Chambers ha lasciato il segno nella letteratura horror del Novecento e in particolare nel maestro del mistero e del terrore H.P. Lovecraft, che ha affermato: "Quest'opera raggiunge vertici straordinari di paura cosmica". Giustamente famosi sono i racconti che hanno come filo conduttore "Il re giallo", una fantomatica tragedia che induce alla pazzia tutti coloro che la leggono.
Déu els digué: arrancada de cavall i arribada d'ase
Déu els digué: arrancada de cavall i arribada d'ase
In the autumn of 1998, I found myself walking the oak-lined streets of an old city, on a sultry subtropical night. I looked up through the narrow alley between the branches, and saw the rubicund light of Aldebaran gleaming at me. I was at a dead-end in my studies, and knew it, and had no better plans. At the moment the star's light fell on me, I felt a change; my frustration with my life slipped away, replaced by a bittersweet longing for another life I had known only in my dreams. It was soon after that I came into possession of a small press's library-bound edition of The King In Yellow. I had heard it mentioned, of course, in Lovecraft's "Supernatural Horror in Literature", but in those days, the book was not widely reprinted, nor well-known outside of the small weird fiction community.
Oh, the poisonous beauty …
In the autumn of 1998, I found myself walking the oak-lined streets of an old city, on a sultry subtropical night. I looked up through the narrow alley between the branches, and saw the rubicund light of Aldebaran gleaming at me. I was at a dead-end in my studies, and knew it, and had no better plans. At the moment the star's light fell on me, I felt a change; my frustration with my life slipped away, replaced by a bittersweet longing for another life I had known only in my dreams. It was soon after that I came into possession of a small press's library-bound edition of The King In Yellow. I had heard it mentioned, of course, in Lovecraft's "Supernatural Horror in Literature", but in those days, the book was not widely reprinted, nor well-known outside of the small weird fiction community.
Oh, the poisonous beauty of it! The hints that lead you on to a precipice over the cloud-waves of Hali, and leave you there, unsatisfied and precarious!
I'll not spoil the experience for you, except to note that the Paris art student stories of the second half of the book, so often thought to be out of place in this collection, actually have subtle ties to the better-known horror stories.
