The Shunned House (Fantasy and Horror Classics)

George Henry Weiss, H. P. Lovecraft

Description

First published in 1924, “The Shunned House” is a horror fiction novella about the narrator and his uncle, Dr. Elihu Whipple, who investigate an old abandoned house where many people have died over the years in mysterious and seemingly unconnected ways. A fantastic example of chilling Lovecraftian literature not to be missed by fans of horror fiction. Howard Phillips Lovecraft (1890–1937) was an American writer of supernatural horror fiction. Though his works remained largely unknown and did not furnish him with a decent living, Lovecraft is today considered to be among the most significant writers of supernatural horror fiction of the twentieth century. Other notable works by this author include: “At The Mountains of Madness”, “The Rats in the Walls”, and “The Shadow Over Innsmouth”. Read & Co. is publishing this classic novella now as part of our “Fantasy and Horror Classics” imprint in a new edition with a dedication by George Henry Weiss.

Sujets

• Horror
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Read Books Ltd.
• Date de parution: 31 mars 2016
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781473369146
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 4 Mo

Extrait

THE SHUNNED HOUSE
Fantasy & Horror Classics
By
H. P. LOVECRAFT
WITH A DEDICATION BY GEORGE HENRY WEISS

First published in 1928



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To Howard Phillips Lovecraft
Essayist, Poet & Master-writer of the Weird 1890-1937
He lived—and now is dead beyond all knowing Of life and death: the vast and formless scheme Behind the face of nature ever showing Has swallowed up the dreamer and the dream. But brief the hour he had upon the stream Of timeless time from past to future flowing To lift his sail and catch the luminous gleam Of stars that marked his coming and his going Before he vanished: yet the brilliant wake His passing left is vivid on the tide And for the countless centuries will abide: The genius that no death can ever take Crowns him immortal, though a man has died.
F rancis Flagg ( George Henry Weiss )


Contents
H. P. Lovecraft
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H. P. Lovecraft
Howard Phillips Lovecraft was born in 1890 in Rhode Island, USA. Although a sickly boy, Lovecraft began writing at a very young age, quickly developing a deep and abiding interest in science. At just sixteen he was writing a monthly astronomy column for his local newspaper. However, in 1908, Lovecraft suffered a nervous breakdown and failed to get into university, sparking a period of five years in which he all b ut vanished.
In 1913, Lovecraft was invited to join the UAPA (United Amateur Press Association) — a development which re-invigorated his writing. In 1917, he began to focus on fiction, producing such well-known early stories as Dagon and A Reminiscence of Dr. Samuel Johnson . In 1924, Lovecraft married and moved to New York, but he disliked life there intensely, and struggled to find work. A few years later, penniless and now divorced, he returned to Rhode Island. It was here, during the last decade of his life, that Lovecraft produced the vast majority of his best-known fiction, including The Dunwich Horror , The Shadow over Innsmouth , The Thing on the Doorstep and arguably his most famous story, The Call of Cthulhu . Having suffered from cancer of the small intestine for more than a year, Lovecraft died in Ma rch of 1937.


THE SHUNNED HOUSE
I
From even the greatest of horrors irony is seldom absent. Sometimes it enters directly into the composition of the events, while sometimes it relates only to their fortuitous position among persons and places. The latter sort is splendidly exemplified by a case in the ancient city of Providence, where in the late forties Edgar Allan Poe used to sojourn often during his unsuccessful wooing of the gifted poetess, Mrs. Whitman. Poe generally stopped at the Mansion House in Benefit Street—the renamed Golden Ball Inn whose roof has sheltered Washington, Jefferson, and Lafayette—and his favourite walk led northward along the same street to Mrs. Whitman’s home and the neighbouring hillside churchyard of St. John’s, whose hidden expanse of eighteenth-century gravestones had for him a peculiar fascination.
Now the irony is this. In this walk, so many times repeated, the world’s greatest master of the terrible and the bizarre was obliged to pass a particular house on the eastern side of the street; a dingy, antiquated structure perched on the abruptly rising side-hill, with a great unkempt yard dating from a time when the region was partly open country. It does not appear that he ever wrote or spoke of it, nor is there any evidence that he even noticed it. And yet that house, to the two persons in possession of certain information, equals or outranks in horror the wildest phantasy of the genius who so often passed it unknowingly, and stands starkly leering as a symbol of all that is unuttera bly hideous.
The house was—and for that matter still is—of a kind to attract the attention of the curious. Originally a farm or semi-farm building, it followed the average New England colonial lines of the middle eighteenth century—the prosperous peaked-roof sort, with two stories and dormerless attic, and with the Georgian doorway and interior panelling dictated by the progress of taste at that time. It faced south, with one gable end buried to the lower windows in the eastward rising hill, and the other exposed to the foundations toward the street. Its construction, over a century and a half ago, had followed the grading and straightening of the road in that especial vicinity; for Benefit Street—at first called Back Street—was laid out as a lane winding amongst the graveyards of the first set