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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... 49 2 51 3 52 4 55 5 57 THE WINDOW 60 1 60 2 64 3 69 JUGGERNAUT 73 1 73 2 78 3 81 THE PROMISED LAND 87 THE PESTERING 104 THE TASTE OF POMEGRANATES 132 REQUEST FROM THE PUBLISHER 157 COUCHING AT THE DOOR 1 The First Inkling which Augustine.
... 49 2 51 3 52 4 55 5 57 THE WINDOW 60 1 60 2 64 3 69 JUGGERNAUT 73 1 73 2 78 3 81 THE PROMISED LAND 87 THE PESTERING 104 THE TASTE OF POMEGRANATES 132 REQUEST FROM THE PUBLISHER 157 COUCHING AT THE DOOR 1 The First Inkling which Augustine.
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... windows, one of which was open to the garden. Pausing for inspiration—he was nearly at the end of his poem, 'Salutation to ... window, across the strip of polished oak flooring, he observed what he took to be a small piece of dark fluff ...
... windows, one of which was open to the garden. Pausing for inspiration—he was nearly at the end of his poem, 'Salutation to ... window, across the strip of polished oak flooring, he observed what he took to be a small piece of dark fluff ...
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... windows, and even in summer he considered that to get the most out of that delicate and precious instrument, his brain, his feet must always be kept thoroughly warm; he had therefore cast over them, before settling into his semi ...
... windows, and even in summer he considered that to get the most out of that delicate and precious instrument, his brain, his feet must always be kept thoroughly warm; he had therefore cast over them, before settling into his semi ...
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... window, had reached the nearest end of the sari and was now, impelled by the same current, travelling up it. The master of Abbot's Medding reached out for the silver hand bell on the table by his side. There must be more breeze coming ...
... window, had reached the nearest end of the sari and was now, impelled by the same current, travelling up it. The master of Abbot's Medding reached out for the silver hand bell on the table by his side. There must be more breeze coming ...
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... window-curtains kept out all but a glimmer of the new day, yet as, lying upon his back, the poet opened his eyes for a moment, his only half-awakened sense of vision reported something swinging to and fro in the dimness like a pendulum ...
... window-curtains kept out all but a glimmer of the new day, yet as, lying upon his back, the poet opened his eyes for a moment, his only half-awakened sense of vision reported something swinging to and fro in the dimness like a pendulum ...
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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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