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«The Lighthouse at the End of the World», Stephen Marlowe
...увлекательный мистический роман про Эдгара По...
на анг.324 pp.
It could be said that both Edgar Allen Poe and H. P. Lovecraft, masters of the modern American horror genre, died appropriately. Lovecraft, prey to monsters of dream as real to him as his own face, died as a disturbed recluse. Poe, inventor of detective and nightmare, expired in a stupor under mysterious circumstances in a Baltimore charity hospital. What happened to Poe in that missing week before he died? Things were apparently looking up for Poe. But in characteristic fashion, he never managed to grasp the golden ring. Marlowe’s novel, The Lighthouse at the End of the World, attempts to answer the question of that mysterious week. The result is both a historical imagining of Poe’s life, told in flashback, and a phantasmagorial riff on the themes of both his life and his fiction worthy of the subject’s own œuvre. ...
The story begins with its ending. Poe indulges in one last fatal drinking binge in a series of skuzzy Baltimore taverns. What happens to him in the course of that final self-destruction is fuzzy even to the narrator. It is 1849: congressional elections are going on. Out of the bar, Poe is recruited to do his patriotic and paid duty by voting according to orders. But elections in those days were often violent. Poe and his press-ganged fellow derelicts fall afoul of a political rival’s own gang. Poe is hit with a brickbat. That’s the closing event in his real world. All that remains is the hospital he dies in.
But the salient quote of the book is Poe’s own:
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
на анг.324 pp.
It could be said that both Edgar Allen Poe and H. P. Lovecraft, masters of the modern American horror genre, died appropriately. Lovecraft, prey to monsters of dream as real to him as his own face, died as a disturbed recluse. Poe, inventor of detective and nightmare, expired in a stupor under mysterious circumstances in a Baltimore charity hospital. What happened to Poe in that missing week before he died? Things were apparently looking up for Poe. But in characteristic fashion, he never managed to grasp the golden ring. Marlowe’s novel, The Lighthouse at the End of the World, attempts to answer the question of that mysterious week. The result is both a historical imagining of Poe’s life, told in flashback, and a phantasmagorial riff on the themes of both his life and his fiction worthy of the subject’s own œuvre. ...
The story begins with its ending. Poe indulges in one last fatal drinking binge in a series of skuzzy Baltimore taverns. What happens to him in the course of that final self-destruction is fuzzy even to the narrator. It is 1849: congressional elections are going on. Out of the bar, Poe is recruited to do his patriotic and paid duty by voting according to orders. But elections in those days were often violent. Poe and his press-ganged fellow derelicts fall afoul of a political rival’s own gang. Poe is hit with a brickbat. That’s the closing event in his real world. All that remains is the hospital he dies in.
But the salient quote of the book is Poe’s own:
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
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