Couching at the DoorPickle Partners Publishing, 21 okt 2016 - 199 pagina's In this collection of dark, supernatural tales the esteemed author D. K. Broster gave full reign to her vivid imagination. Sometimes—as in “The Window” or “The Pestering,” or “All Soul’s Day”—these are what we might call ‘explainable’ ghost stories: apparitions or hauntings whose origin is to be found in some violent or unjust action in the past. Other stories, “Couching at the Door” and “From the Abyss,” have little or no explanation, even in supernatural terms. Add to these an elegant reworking of the Persephone myth, “The Taste of Pomegranates,” the downright bloodthirsty “Clairvoyance,” and the psychological studies, “The Promised Land” and “The Pavement” which so well merit the heading ‘Madness and Obsession’, and you have a collection to disturb and unsettle the strongest nerves. Literary historian Jack Adrian describes Couching at the Door as “a pure masterwork, one of the most satisfying weird collections of the century”. |
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... Frodsham, to the Riviera, and finally came to anchor at Nice—not, as Daphne wrote to me, because they liked a place so large and so sophisticated, but because it was such a good centre for expeditions. One could get up with ease, for ...
... Frodsham, to the Riviera, and finally came to anchor at Nice—not, as Daphne wrote to me, because they liked a place so large and so sophisticated, but because it was such a good centre for expeditions. One could get up with ease, for ...
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... Frodsham there was no mention. I telephoned immediately to Mr. Lawrence at Stottingham. He had not yet seen the newspaper accounts, but had received a wire, delayed in transit, from Miss Frodsham. He read it to.
... Frodsham there was no mention. I telephoned immediately to Mr. Lawrence at Stottingham. He had not yet seen the newspaper accounts, but had received a wire, delayed in transit, from Miss Frodsham. He read it to.
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... Frodsham at least. Mr. Lawrence, however, forwarded me a letter from her, written at Avignon. It said that Daphne was all right, though not sleeping too well. They hoped to be home in the middle of the week. A brief account of the ...
... Frodsham at least. Mr. Lawrence, however, forwarded me a letter from her, written at Avignon. It said that Daphne was all right, though not sleeping too well. They hoped to be home in the middle of the week. A brief account of the ...
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... Frodsham that Daphne went alone with the young man. Besides, had there been a third person in the car, he or she must have shared his fate, since no-one, evidently, could survive such a terrible fall.' 'I hope,' said Mr. Lawrence ...
... Frodsham that Daphne went alone with the young man. Besides, had there been a third person in the car, he or she must have shared his fate, since no-one, evidently, could survive such a terrible fall.' 'I hope,' said Mr. Lawrence ...
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... Frodsham had already made it, and, indeed, we were rising increasingly far above the stream, instead of being penned in with it. The road was marvellously and daringly engineered, half of its width being tunnelled in some places through ...
... Frodsham had already made it, and, indeed, we were rising increasingly far above the stream, instead of being penned in with it. The road was marvellously and daringly engineered, half of its width being tunnelled in some places through ...
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CLAIRVOYANCE 36 | |
THE PAVEMENT 49 | |
THE WINDOW 60 | |
JUGGERNAUT 73 | |
THE PROMISED LAND 87 | |
THE PESTERING 104 | |
THE TASTE OF POMEGRANATES 132 | |
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