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Post by šrincess šµuvstarr 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 šrincess šµuvstarr 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 šrincess šµuvstarr 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 Mordauntā: in this case the boyās name expressed him as little as the slow, luscious, sweet āSummerzetshireā expressed Hemerton, its mud and marshes.ā This boyās name Hector Fane (remixed as ātechnofearā?), a boy stocky, round-shouldered, with Hectorās Rector as his and Rhodaās 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, greyā¦ The young siblings ā not so much an āimaginary friendā as a missing link they uncover in a hidden part of such marshes, an āitā, then āheā, that they uncover from the marshes, a stone-throwing version of Hectorā¦. I canāt help recalling that Hector sometimes shares Rhodaās bed for comfort. Now this missing link wants to do so, too? Even after Hector comes back from boarding school, Hector hides his ābeliefā 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 gestaltā¦ You babblers do listen, for once! āā¦āDo you remember?ā in speaking of paths that they had never traversed.ā āāThe mastodon! Thatās nothing ā nothing! But the sabre-toothed tiger ā I tell you I saw it. What are you grinning at now? ā in our Forest ā ours, mind you! ā I saw it!āā Their forest. āāNothing more than a fold out of the old world, squeezed up to the surfaceā;ā āā weāve lost it; I know weāve lost it ā after all these years! After thousands and thousands and thousands of years of remembering!ā [ā¦] Rhoda drew him into her bed, comforted him as best she could, very sleepy, and unperturbed ā for, of course, they would find it.ā āSilhouetted 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.ā āTerrified of ridicule, incredulity, he hugged his secret, as that strange man-beast hugged his ā the highest and lowest ā the most primitive and the most cultured ā forever uncommunicative; those in the midway the babblers.ā āWith 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.ā āāItā. Hector held to that: the pronoun was altogether reassuring now ā something to hold to, hard as a bone in his brain.ā Rector as Boner? A technofear now transcended and harnessed?
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Post by šrincess šµuvstarr 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
Ā£12.99 To be published on 14 March 2023 Handheld Weirds 8 The Unknown is a new selection of Algernon Blackwoodās 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: āSkeleton Lakeā, āThe Wolves of Godā, āThe Glamour of the Snowā, āThe Sacrificeā, āThe Insanity of Jonesā, āThe Tarn of Sacrificeā, āBy Waterā and āImaginationā. Essays include: āMid the Haunts of the Mooseā, āThe Winter Alpsā, āOn Reincarnationā and āThe Genesis of Ideasā. 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 āThe voice of poultry usually means not only a hen-coop but a barn and a house,ā¦ā, but here means a gradual, delightfully inconclusive narrative incubation of the open-ended mystery ofā¦ The Green Bowl by Sarah Orne Jewett (1901)āWe were on our way home, as safe as dolls in a nursery when we had our little adventure and got the green bowl.ā The āadventuresā of a lady and her young ācompanionā lady with horse and carriage, this one she tells within the frame story to other ladies, an adventure, lost under ādrowning rainā 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 ācompanionā reciprocalist of their fore-telling powers. A strong suspenseful tale that needs iconising. A narrator who at one point says, āThe only trouble was that there was so little of me.ā 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? ā āā¦and when we had been in the house an hour one felt as if it had been a weekā¦ā *** āThe 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.ā (my italics) ā 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 ladiesā horse in āThe Green Bowlā āThe horse was whinnying after us like a whole circus,ā¦ā And the storytellerās own āmidgetā statement: āThe only trouble was that there was so little of me.ā *** Full WOMENāS WEIRD context of above review: dflewisreviews.wordpress.com/2023/01/21/womens-weird-more-strange-stories-by-women-1891-1937/
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