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Post by 𝘗rincess 𝘵uvstarr on Jan 20, 2022 17:19:21 GMT
Published October 26th 2021 by Handheld Classics ISBN 1912766426 (ISBN13: 9781912766420) Edition Language English Blurb: Elinor Mordaunt was the pen name of Evelyn May Clowes (1872-1942), a prolific and popular novelist and short story writer, working in Australia and Britain in the first thirty-five years of the twentieth century. Melissa Edmundson has curated this selection of the best of Mordaunt's supernatural short fiction, which blend the technologies and social attitudes of modernity with the classic supernatural tropes of the ghost, the haunted house, possession, conjuration from the dead and witchcraft. Each story is an original and compelling contribution to the genre, making this selection a marvellous new showcase for women's writing in classic supernatural fiction. Content introduction, by Melissa Edmundson Works Cited Publication Dates 1 Weakening Point 2 The Country-side 3 The Vortex 4 Hodge 5 The Fountain 6 'Luz' 7 The Landlady 8 Four Wallpapers 9 The Villa Notes on the stories, by Kate Macdonald (Had to type this in by hand)
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Post by 𝘗rincess 𝘵uvstarr on Jan 20, 2022 17:58:35 GMT
Elinor Mordaunt died in 1942. So books by her should be available for free, but I don't know if any were specific ghost story/weird collections.
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Post by helrunar on Jan 20, 2022 18:25:36 GMT
Thanks, Anna. Elinor Mordaunt sounds potentially intriguing.
cheers, Hel
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Post by 𝘗rincess 𝘵uvstarr on Jan 20, 2022 18:33:50 GMT
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Post by weirdmonger on Jan 21, 2023 11:42:23 GMT
Published October 26th 2021 by Handheld Classics ISBN 1912766426 (ISBN13: 9781912766420) Edition Language English Blurb: Elinor Mordaunt was the pen name of Evelyn May Clowes (1872-1942), a prolific and popular novelist and short story writer, working in Australia and Britain in the first thirty-five years of the twentieth century. Melissa Edmundson has curated this selection of the best of Mordaunt's supernatural short fiction, which blend the technologies and social attitudes of modernity with the classic supernatural tropes of the ghost, the haunted house, possession, conjuration from the dead and witchcraft. Each story is an original and compelling contribution to the genre, making this selection a marvellous new showcase for women's writing in classic supernatural fiction. Content introduction, by Melissa Edmundson Works Cited Publication Dates 1 Weakening Point 2 The Country-side 3 The Vortex 4 Hodge 5 The Fountain 6 'Luz' 7 The Landlady 8 Four Wallpapers 9 The Villa Notes on the stories, by Kate Macdonald (Had to type this in by hand) Hodge (1921) by Elinor Mordaunt“: in this case the boy’s name expressed him as little as the slow, luscious, sweet ‘Summerzetshire’ expressed Hemerton, its mud and marshes.” This boy’s name Hector Fane (remixed as ‘technofear’?), a boy stocky, round-shouldered, with Hector’s Rector as his and Rhoda’s father in a place called Hemerton, a place as strange as Hector was to normal humans, Hemerton strange otherwise to the rest of Somerset then. Marshy, grey… The young siblings — not so much an ‘imaginary friend’ as a missing link they uncover in a hidden part of such marshes, an ‘it’, then ‘he’, that they uncover from the marshes, a stone-throwing version of Hector…. I can’t help recalling that Hector sometimes shares Rhoda’s bed for comfort. Now this missing link wants to do so, too? Even after Hector comes back from boarding school, Hector hides his ‘belief’ in the missing link they call Hodge, and what transpires is a lesson for us all about humanity now. A 2001 Space Odyssey in the making? Now made. These moments below are what I shall take away from yet another remarkable discovery by this book for me, this one as the literary missing-link in my seeking gestalt… You babblers do listen, for once! “…‘Do you remember?’ in speaking of paths that they had never traversed.” “‘The mastodon! That’s nothing – nothing! But the sabre-toothed tiger – I tell you I saw it. What are you grinning at now? – in our Forest – ours, mind you! – I saw it!’” Their forest. “‘Nothing more than a fold out of the old world, squeezed up to the surface’;” “– we’ve lost it; I know we’ve lost it – after all these years! After thousands and thousands and thousands of years of remembering!’ […] Rhoda drew him into her bed, comforted him as best she could, very sleepy, and unperturbed – for, of course, they would find it.” “Silhouetted against the sea and sky, white in contrast to its darkness, it had the aloofness of incredible age; drawn apart, almost sanctified by its immeasurable remoteness, its detachment from all that meant life to the men and women of the twentieth century: the web of fancied necessities, trivial possessions, absorptions.” “Terrified of ridicule, incredulity, he hugged his secret, as that strange man-beast hugged his – the highest and lowest – the most primitive and the most cultured – forever uncommunicative; those in the midway the babblers.” “With a sense of appalling weariness he seemed to see the centuries which had passed sweep by him, wave upon wave, era upon era, each so superficially different, and yet so tragically, so stupidly alike: man driven like a dry leaf before the wind of destiny; man the soul-burdened brute.” “‘It’. Hector held to that: the pronoun was altogether reassuring now – something to hold to, hard as a bone in his brain.” Rector as Boner? A technofear now transcended and harnessed?
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Post by 𝘗rincess 𝘵uvstarr on Jan 21, 2023 14:32:20 GMT
www.handheldpress.co.uk/shop/fantasy-and-science-fiction/algernon-blackwood-the-unknown/ Algernon Blackwood, The Unknown
£12.99 To be published on 14 March 2023 Handheld Weirds 8 The Unknown is a new selection of Algernon Blackwood’s supernatural writing and his reflections on the art of fiction, consisting of essays and supernatural short stories. Blackwood reveals his thinking about gods, reincarnation and humanity, the furthest peaks and the heavy weight of snow on the boots, and the lure of the impossible when it appears at night, on ice, in the moonlight. To be published in paperback and as an ebook. Description Algernon Blackwood (1869-1951) is one of the great names in Weird writing, and one of the foremost British writers of horror, supernatural and ghost stories. His talent for expressing unknown fears come through strongly in these tales of the Canadian backwoods, Alpine mountaineering and desert loneliness. His deep interest in extending consciousness beyond human faculties produced short stories to lead the reader into wild and remote settings, to face nature at its most awe-inspiring and terrifying, and to sense, if only briefly, the immensity of the unknown forces beyond. Stories include: ‘Skeleton Lake’, ‘The Wolves of God’, ‘The Glamour of the Snow’, ‘The Sacrifice’, ‘The Insanity of Jones’, ‘The Tarn of Sacrifice’, ‘By Water’ and ‘Imagination’. Essays include: ‘Mid the Haunts of the Moose’, ‘The Winter Alps’, ‘On Reincarnation’ and ‘The Genesis of Ideas’. Includes an Introduction by Henry Bartholomew of the University of Plymouth, and astonishingly useful Notes on the text, which, for an author as erudite and dictionaraphilic as Blackwood, we feel sure you will find indispensable.
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Post by weirdmonger on Jan 27, 2023 11:09:51 GMT
Sarah Orne Jewett - The Green Bowl “The voice of poultry usually means not only a hen-coop but a barn and a house,…”, but here means a gradual, delightfully inconclusive narrative incubation of the open-ended mystery of… The Green Bowl by Sarah Orne Jewett (1901)“We were on our way home, as safe as dolls in a nursery when we had our little adventure and got the green bowl.” The ‘adventures’ of a lady and her young ‘companion’ lady with horse and carriage, this one she tells within the frame story to other ladies, an adventure, lost under ‘drowning rain’ and hearing that voice of poultry, but at last seeing a church steeple, that later she unaccountably calls a spire! And manifold horse sheds outside a church wherein which church they find basic shelter till found in the morning by a local woman who gives them the heavenly apotheosis of an idyllic breakfast and the story of her two green bowls, one she gives to our narrator as ‘companion’ reciprocalist of their fore-telling powers. A strong suspenseful tale that needs iconising. A narrator who at one point says, “The only trouble was that there was so little of me.” And you will never forget the description of the green bowl as looked at by the listening ladies within the frame story. But such a claim of never forgetting depends on my own fore-telling skills, or will only time tell? — “…and when we had been in the house an hour one felt as if it had been a week…” *** “The old pony plodded up yet another hill; we went clattering down its deep descent; and there, in the green bowl of a meadow sloping down from its woody fringes above, lay scattered the bellying booths, the gaudy wagons and cages of the circus. All but hidden in the trees above them, a crooked, tarnished weathercock glinted in the sunset afterglow.“ (my italics) — from MEMOIRS OF A MIDGET by Walter de La Mare (my review: dflewisreviews.wordpress.com/2022/11/02/memoirs-of-a-midget-by-walter-de-la-mare/)The weathercock and the circus, and compare the ladies’ horse in ‘The Green Bowl’ “The horse was whinnying after us like a whole circus,…” And the storyteller’s own ‘midget’ statement: “The only trouble was that there was so little of me.” *** Full WOMEN’S WEIRD context of above review: dflewisreviews.wordpress.com/2023/01/21/womens-weird-more-strange-stories-by-women-1891-1937/
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