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Post by Jojo Lapin X on Jan 22, 2022 16:54:36 GMT
There are now two Library of America volumes of Shirley Jackson.
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Post by Jojo Lapin X on Feb 10, 2022 19:50:20 GMT
There are now two Library of America volumes of Shirley Jackson. There is also now a Ray Bradbury one. Think we shall ever see a Seabury Quinn edition from Library of America? |
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Post by andydecker on Feb 10, 2022 21:34:44 GMT
There are now two Library of America volumes of Shirley Jackson. There is also now a Ray Bradbury one. Think we shall ever see a Seabury Quinn edition from Library of America? No. |
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Post by Jojo Lapin X on Feb 10, 2022 21:45:16 GMT
There is also now a Ray Bradbury one. Think we shall ever see a Seabury Quinn edition from Library of America? No. But he was also a Weird Tales author! In fact the most popular one. |
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Post by weirdmonger on Feb 11, 2024 18:23:48 GMT
THE TOOTH by Shirley Jackson
“He was wearing a blue suit and he looked tall; she could not focus her eyes any more.”
This is probably one of the most effective anxiety-horror stories ever — pent up and unputdownable. As a woman travels by bus to a dentist in far off New York (why travel so far in such an emergency unless the whole world is tantamount to a dentist-desert as this country is now where I am reading it!) with toothache so painful that it makes her feel ALL TOOTH, and there is many a slip between cup and lip as the stages of reaching her appointment unfolds, while stalked by someone called Jim who seems to dream of places that are not deserts at all!
I felt she was a bodily vehicle for the tooth as the bus was a vehicle for her, and the clincher was that Jim seems to be the same tall man in a blue suit as in THE DAEMON LOVER!
Terrifying! Still is.
I can’t even see my face in the mirror, let alone recognise whether it is still me.
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Post by weirdmonger on Mar 7, 2024 10:08:43 GMT
HANGING ROCK, HANGING STONES The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson — my review finished with a few words on its last chapter …. “; I dare you to open your door and come out to see me dancing in the hall of Hill House.” This is the perfect and most poignant climax to the maroon party as the cinematic scene of the hanging iron stairway at last apotheosises Theo and Thee as concomitant with my sense of this book’s mansion as tantamount to a prehensile Hanging Rock. “Theodora was wearing Eleanor’s red sweater. […] ‘We never had our picnic,’…” Review starts here: dflewisreviews.wordpress.com/2024/02/17/the-haunting-of-hill-house-shirley-jackson/ |
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Post by andydecker on Mar 8, 2024 11:58:26 GMT
HANGING ROCK, HANGING STONES The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson — my review finished with a few words on its last chapter …. “; I dare you to open your door and come out to see me dancing in the hall of Hill House.” This is the perfect and most poignant climax to the maroon party as the cinematic scene of the hanging iron stairway at last apotheosises Theo and Thee as concomitant with my sense of this book’s mansion as tantamount to a prehensile Hanging Rock. “Theodora was wearing Eleanor’s red sweater. […] ‘We never had our picnic,’…” Review starts here: dflewisreviews.wordpress.com/2024/02/17/the-haunting-of-hill-house-shirley-jackson/You know, I have seen the original movie so often in my life and like it so much that I avoided reading the story. I guess it is very different, but for once this is okay for me. |
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Post by jamesdoig on Mar 9, 2024 21:29:39 GMT
You know, I have seen the original movie so often in my life and like it so much that I avoided reading the story. I guess it is very different, but for once this is okay for me. It is a great book. Somewhere I've got a vinyl records of her reading "The Lottery". She wrote an essay about how she came to write "The Lottery" (the idea came to her fully formed when she was pushing her daughter's pram up a hill) and the astonishing reaction of people when it appeared in the New Yorker - thousands of letters from people most of whom asked her whether it was real and where the ritual was practiced. |
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