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The Fall of the House of Usher
Edgar Allan Poe was one of the most famous authors in American history. Much of Poe’s work is incomparably dark and bizarre yet he also wrote the classic poem The Raven and is often credited as the inventor of detective fiction. This edition of Poe’s The Fall of the House of Usher includes a table of contents.
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First published January 1, 1839
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Edgar Allan Poe
10k books28.9k followersThe name Poe brings to mind images of murderers and madmen, premature burials, and mysterious women who return from the dead. His works have been in print since 1827 and include such literary classics as The Tell-Tale Heart, The Raven, and The Fall of the House of Usher. This versatile writer’s oeuvre includes short stories, poetry, a novel, a textbook, a book of scientific theory, and hundreds of essays and book reviews. He is widely acknowledged as the inventor of the modern detective story and an innovator in the science fiction genre, but he made his living as America’s first great literary critic and theoretician. Poe’s reputation today rests primarily on his tales of terror as well as on his haunting lyric poetry.
Just as the bizarre characters in Poe’s stories have captured the public imagination so too has Poe himself. He is seen as a morbid, mysterious figure lurking in the shadows of moonlit cemeteries or crumbling castles. This is the Poe of legend. But much of what we know about Poe is wrong, the product of a biography written by one of his enemies in an attempt to defame the author’s name.
The real Poe was born to traveling actors in Boston on January 19, 1809. Edgar was the second of three children. His other brother William Henry Leonard Poe would also become a poet before his early death, and Poe’s sister Rosalie Poe would grow up to teach penmanship at a Richmond girls’ school. Within three years of Poe’s birth both of his parents had died, and he was taken in by the wealthy tobacco merchant John Allan and his wife Frances Valentine Allan in Richmond, Virginia while Poe’s siblings went to live with other families. Mr. Allan would rear Poe to be a businessman and a Virginia gentleman, but Poe had dreams of being a writer in emulation of his childhood hero the British poet Lord Byron. Early poetic verses found written in a young Poe’s handwriting on the backs of Allan’s ledger sheets reveal how little interest Poe had in the tobacco business.
For more information, please see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edgar_al...
Just as the bizarre characters in Poe’s stories have captured the public imagination so too has Poe himself. He is seen as a morbid, mysterious figure lurking in the shadows of moonlit cemeteries or crumbling castles. This is the Poe of legend. But much of what we know about Poe is wrong, the product of a biography written by one of his enemies in an attempt to defame the author’s name.
The real Poe was born to traveling actors in Boston on January 19, 1809. Edgar was the second of three children. His other brother William Henry Leonard Poe would also become a poet before his early death, and Poe’s sister Rosalie Poe would grow up to teach penmanship at a Richmond girls’ school. Within three years of Poe’s birth both of his parents had died, and he was taken in by the wealthy tobacco merchant John Allan and his wife Frances Valentine Allan in Richmond, Virginia while Poe’s siblings went to live with other families. Mr. Allan would rear Poe to be a businessman and a Virginia gentleman, but Poe had dreams of being a writer in emulation of his childhood hero the British poet Lord Byron. Early poetic verses found written in a young Poe’s handwriting on the backs of Allan’s ledger sheets reveal how little interest Poe had in the tobacco business.
For more information, please see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edgar_al...
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April 12, 2024
Some fall!
An unnamed character receives a letter from an old friend beseeching to urgently visit him at his mansion. A strange malady has befallen Roderick and Madeline Usher, last descendants of the prestigious Usher family.
This was a very decent short read. A strange beginning, followed by an interesting middle, and culminated with aterrific horrific ending. Quite gripping, and moderately paced. Admirable prose; not exactly easy to read, but great nonetheless. A masterpiece of the immortal Poe, considered along with The Tell-Tale Heart, The Black Cat, and The Cask of Amontillado, one of his best works ever. A fairly recommendable read, for the classical horror aficionado.
*** House of Usher (1960) is an acceptable adaptation at best. The movie seriously deviates from the original plot, but in a refreshing innovative way. The general idea is honored, but unlike the book, Madeline Usher takes a major protagonism in the film as a love interest of the narrator, Winthrop. Admirable performance by Price as Roderick, and an okayish Damon and Fahey. The special effects were a bit lacking, although consistent with the era it was filmed. The film score felt awkward and sometimes very out of place. An interesting adaptation, not exactly faithful to the book, but good enough to watch.
It’s public domain. You can find it HERE.
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PERSONAL NOTE :
[1839] [36p] [Horror] [3.5] [Recommendable]
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★★★☆☆ The Essential Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe
★★☆☆☆ The Complete Stories and Poems
★★★☆☆ The Tell-Tale Heart and Other Writings
★★★☆☆ The Fall of the House of Usher and Other Tales
★☆☆☆☆ The Raven and Other Poems
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¡Alta caída!
Un no nombrado personaje recibe una carta de un viejo amigo rogándole visitarlo urgentemente en su mansión. Una extraña enfermedad ha caído sobre Roderick y Madeline Usher, últimos descendientes de la prestigiosa familia Usher.
Esta fue una lectura corta muy decente. Un extraño comienzo, seguido por un interesante desarrollo, y culminado con unfantástico horrorífico final. Bastante atrapante, y de ritmo moderado. Prosa admirable; no exactamente fácil de leer, pero sin embargo genial. Una pieza maestra del inmortal Poe, considerada junto con El Corazón Delator, El Gato Negro, y El Barril de Amontillado, uno de sus mejores obras jamás. Una lectura bastante recomendable, para el aficionado del terror clásico.
*** Casa de Usher (1960) es una aceptable adaptación cuando mucho. La película se desvía seriamente de la trama original, pero en una forma refrescante e innovadora. La idea general es honrada, pero a diferencia del libro, Madeline Usher adquiere un gran protagonismo en la película como un interés de amor del narrador, Winthrop. Actuación admirable de Price como Roderick, y un regular Damon y Fahey. Los efectos especiales fueron algo flojos, pero consistentes con la era en que fue filmada. La música se sintió extraña y a veces muy fuera de lugar. Una interesante adaptación, no exactamente fiel al libro, pero suficientemente buena para verla.
Es dominio público. Lo pueden encontrar ACA.
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NOTA PERSONAL :
[1839] [36p] [Terror] [Recomendable]
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An unnamed character receives a letter from an old friend beseeching to urgently visit him at his mansion. A strange malady has befallen Roderick and Madeline Usher, last descendants of the prestigious Usher family.
This was a very decent short read. A strange beginning, followed by an interesting middle, and culminated with a
*** House of Usher (1960) is an acceptable adaptation at best. The movie seriously deviates from the original plot, but in a refreshing innovative way. The general idea is honored, but unlike the book, Madeline Usher takes a major protagonism in the film as a love interest of the narrator, Winthrop. Admirable performance by Price as Roderick, and an okayish Damon and Fahey. The special effects were a bit lacking, although consistent with the era it was filmed. The film score felt awkward and sometimes very out of place. An interesting adaptation, not exactly faithful to the book, but good enough to watch.
It’s public domain. You can find it HERE.
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PERSONAL NOTE :
[1839] [36p] [Horror] [3.5] [Recommendable]
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★★★☆☆ The Essential Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe
★★☆☆☆ The Complete Stories and Poems
★★★☆☆ The Tell-Tale Heart and Other Writings
★★★☆☆ The Fall of the House of Usher and Other Tales
★☆☆☆☆ The Raven and Other Poems
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¡Alta caída!
Un no nombrado personaje recibe una carta de un viejo amigo rogándole visitarlo urgentemente en su mansión. Una extraña enfermedad ha caído sobre Roderick y Madeline Usher, últimos descendientes de la prestigiosa familia Usher.
Esta fue una lectura corta muy decente. Un extraño comienzo, seguido por un interesante desarrollo, y culminado con un
*** Casa de Usher (1960) es una aceptable adaptación cuando mucho. La película se desvía seriamente de la trama original, pero en una forma refrescante e innovadora. La idea general es honrada, pero a diferencia del libro, Madeline Usher adquiere un gran protagonismo en la película como un interés de amor del narrador, Winthrop. Actuación admirable de Price como Roderick, y un regular Damon y Fahey. Los efectos especiales fueron algo flojos, pero consistentes con la era en que fue filmada. La música se sintió extraña y a veces muy fuera de lugar. Una interesante adaptación, no exactamente fiel al libro, pero suficientemente buena para verla.
Es dominio público. Lo pueden encontrar ACA.
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NOTA PERSONAL :
[1839] [36p] [Terror] [Recomendable]
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October 20, 2019
"There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart—an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it—I paused to think—what was it that so unnerved me in the contemplation of the House of Usher?"
A gothic house that instantly made me think of the House of Usher.
When our narrator has been summoned to the bedside of his sick friend Roderick Usher, he finds a household overcast with gloom. If an environment can permeate a soul with melancholy and fear, then the House of Usher is a detriment to all who enter. Our narrator begins to feel the effects almost immediately. "I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow. An air of stern, deep, and irredeemable gloom hung over and pervaded all."
Roderick is suffering from numerous illnesses, all undiagnosable in the 1800s. This story predates the modern psychology that eventually is able to put a name to those illnesses: hyperesthesia, hypochondria, and severe anxiety. This trilogy of maladies can start to erode the ability of the mind to reason. His twin sister Madeline is also sick and is frequently discovered sleepwalking or really something more like death walking.
The atmosphere is beginning to wear on our narrator as well. He likes Roderick and enjoys composing songs, writing poetry, and painting pictures with him, but even as they manage to ignore the malaise of their circumstances for a few hours, the melancholy is always lurking to reassert itself on their senses. "An atmosphere which had no affinity with the air of heaven, but which had reeked up from the decayed trees, and the gray wall, and the silent tarn—a pestilent and mystic vapor, dull, sluggish, faintly discernible, and leaden-hued." He begins to feel uneasy all the time and is beginning to believe that Roderick is not afraid of a sickness producing paranormal, but is actually, justifiably afraid of something real, but unknowable.
Our imaginations can always conjure up worse horrors than those we can actually see.
Illustration by Harry Clarke whose work is often mistakenly attributed to Aubrey Beardsley
When Madeline dies, things begin to unravel. Our narrator finds himself helping Roderick to take her down in the family tombs. Madeline appears more alive in death than she did in life. Her cheeks are even rosy. Roderick insists that they screw down the coffin lid.
Let’s just say the story ends with a bang.
I recently started reading the Robert McCammon book Usher’s Passing and realized that it has been a long time since I’d read the Edgar Allan Poe story that was the inspiration for that novel. I’ve always enjoyed the ripe symbolism that is always a characteristic of a good Poe story. The reader experiences this growing uneasiness as the story unspools. Poe seemingly effortlessly conveys this sense of impending doom. When I was breaking sentences down to see how Poe was doing this, I realized that it wasn’t effortless, but masterful.
Another awesome illustration from Harry Clarke
I liked Poe even before I discovered that I shared a birthday (January 19th) with him. He was appreciated in his time more by the French than he was by the Americans. I’ve seen it mentioned several times where American travelers to Europe expressed their bafflement at being asked about this American writer who they had never heard of. On some late night, when you are having trouble sleeping, read a story or two of Poe and notice the psychological impact he starts to have on you as your eyes dart around the room at what sounded like a creaking floorboard or your skin crawls at the screech of an owl that may have been the last scream of a woman ensnared.
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A gothic house that instantly made me think of the House of Usher.
When our narrator has been summoned to the bedside of his sick friend Roderick Usher, he finds a household overcast with gloom. If an environment can permeate a soul with melancholy and fear, then the House of Usher is a detriment to all who enter. Our narrator begins to feel the effects almost immediately. "I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow. An air of stern, deep, and irredeemable gloom hung over and pervaded all."
Roderick is suffering from numerous illnesses, all undiagnosable in the 1800s. This story predates the modern psychology that eventually is able to put a name to those illnesses: hyperesthesia, hypochondria, and severe anxiety. This trilogy of maladies can start to erode the ability of the mind to reason. His twin sister Madeline is also sick and is frequently discovered sleepwalking or really something more like death walking.
The atmosphere is beginning to wear on our narrator as well. He likes Roderick and enjoys composing songs, writing poetry, and painting pictures with him, but even as they manage to ignore the malaise of their circumstances for a few hours, the melancholy is always lurking to reassert itself on their senses. "An atmosphere which had no affinity with the air of heaven, but which had reeked up from the decayed trees, and the gray wall, and the silent tarn—a pestilent and mystic vapor, dull, sluggish, faintly discernible, and leaden-hued." He begins to feel uneasy all the time and is beginning to believe that Roderick is not afraid of a sickness producing paranormal, but is actually, justifiably afraid of something real, but unknowable.
Our imaginations can always conjure up worse horrors than those we can actually see.
Illustration by Harry Clarke whose work is often mistakenly attributed to Aubrey BeardsleyWhen Madeline dies, things begin to unravel. Our narrator finds himself helping Roderick to take her down in the family tombs. Madeline appears more alive in death than she did in life. Her cheeks are even rosy. Roderick insists that they screw down the coffin lid.
Let’s just say the story ends with a bang.
I recently started reading the Robert McCammon book Usher’s Passing and realized that it has been a long time since I’d read the Edgar Allan Poe story that was the inspiration for that novel. I’ve always enjoyed the ripe symbolism that is always a characteristic of a good Poe story. The reader experiences this growing uneasiness as the story unspools. Poe seemingly effortlessly conveys this sense of impending doom. When I was breaking sentences down to see how Poe was doing this, I realized that it wasn’t effortless, but masterful.
Another awesome illustration from Harry Clarke
I liked Poe even before I discovered that I shared a birthday (January 19th) with him. He was appreciated in his time more by the French than he was by the Americans. I’ve seen it mentioned several times where American travelers to Europe expressed their bafflement at being asked about this American writer who they had never heard of. On some late night, when you are having trouble sleeping, read a story or two of Poe and notice the psychological impact he starts to have on you as your eyes dart around the room at what sounded like a creaking floorboard or your skin crawls at the screech of an owl that may have been the last scream of a woman ensnared.
If you wish to see more of my most recent book and movie reviews, visit http://www.jeffreykeeten.com
I also have a Facebook blogger page at: https://www.facebook.com/JeffreyKeeten
April 9, 2020
Perhaps the perfect story for the COVID-19 quarantine! I say this for two reasons.
First: The length
This story can be consumed in one sitting. At a time when I am struggling to focus on reading, getting in and getting out of a story quickly is perfect for my current attention span. Also, I decided to listen to this one. As part of keeping myself healthy during this time of isolation at home, I have been trying to get some fresh air by going for a walk at lunch. I was able to start and finish this entire story over the course of one walk. It felt like an accomplishment, and I needed that for my reading morale.
Second: The plot
The story of this book focuses on a man who has been in isolation for an extended period of time and is deteriorating into madness. The house in the story represents the stability, , of his mind. As we are all stuck at home and feeling the mental strain that can put on us, it is very easy to relate to what might happen to your brain after being stuck in the same house day after day after day after day.
Definitely recommend! But, if you are struggling with the isolation of quarantine at the moment and you are looking to read something that does not remind you of it, this might be worth staying away from for a while.
First: The length
This story can be consumed in one sitting. At a time when I am struggling to focus on reading, getting in and getting out of a story quickly is perfect for my current attention span. Also, I decided to listen to this one. As part of keeping myself healthy during this time of isolation at home, I have been trying to get some fresh air by going for a walk at lunch. I was able to start and finish this entire story over the course of one walk. It felt like an accomplishment, and I needed that for my reading morale.
Second: The plot
The story of this book focuses on a man who has been in isolation for an extended period of time and is deteriorating into madness. The house in the story represents the stability, , of his mind. As we are all stuck at home and feeling the mental strain that can put on us, it is very easy to relate to what might happen to your brain after being stuck in the same house day after day after day after day.
Definitely recommend! But, if you are struggling with the isolation of quarantine at the moment and you are looking to read something that does not remind you of it, this might be worth staying away from for a while.
July 4, 2025
Roderick Usher thinks he's under a curse and writes to his friend.
I'm under a curse and full of melancholy! Come to my house and we can paint and read and sing together. I'm sure that will fix it.
Sincerely,
Rod
PS - No pressure, but I've written this letter with my tears.
The friend (our narrator) then documents the decline of Usher's mental health.
And his sister's death?
Usher's sister wanders through a room like a spirit, and he says something cryptic like that's the last time you shall see her, and our narrator just kind of takes him at his word.
Like, what? Did you not think maybe you should check on her? You know, since there wasn't anything actually wrong with her other than this supposed curse that her whacked-out brother keeps rambling about? He could have been poisoning the poor woman for all our guy knew.
And while it may sound like I'm nitpicking, these shoddy investigation practices do become a pertinent part of the story later on.
Anyway, Usher plays songs on his ukulele (or some other instrument - I can't remember) and makes up lyrics that sound equal parts spooky and unhinged.
The tension builds until the sister (apparently) dies. At that point, Usher just loses touch with reality. BECAUSE THEY ARE TWINS!
Then he & the narrator start to hear sinister noises that correspond with a medieval story he's reading. Because of course that's what you read out loud when your friend is in the middle of a crazypants breakdown.
This is one of those stories that rely heavily on "atmosphere" to seem menacing.
When I read this years and years ago, I supposedly loved it. But I have a feeling that's because I was a pretentious youngster who wouldn't have dared to say that I didn't get what the hell the big deal was with this one. Now I'm old(er), I still appreciate the story for the classic it is, but I'm mentally breaking down the story while I'm reading, and willing to admit that most of what happens here is ridiculous and avoidable.
Well.
Except for the actual Fall of the HoUsE of UsHeR!
Did they build it on a fault line, or was Roddy cursed?
Only Poe knows...
I'm under a curse and full of melancholy! Come to my house and we can paint and read and sing together. I'm sure that will fix it.
Sincerely,
Rod
PS - No pressure, but I've written this letter with my tears.
The friend (our narrator) then documents the decline of Usher's mental health.
And his sister's death?
Usher's sister wanders through a room like a spirit, and he says something cryptic like that's the last time you shall see her, and our narrator just kind of takes him at his word.
Like, what? Did you not think maybe you should check on her? You know, since there wasn't anything actually wrong with her other than this supposed curse that her whacked-out brother keeps rambling about? He could have been poisoning the poor woman for all our guy knew.
And while it may sound like I'm nitpicking, these shoddy investigation practices do become a pertinent part of the story later on.
Anyway, Usher plays songs on his ukulele (or some other instrument - I can't remember) and makes up lyrics that sound equal parts spooky and unhinged.
The tension builds until the sister (apparently) dies. At that point, Usher just loses touch with reality. BECAUSE THEY ARE TWINS!
Then he & the narrator start to hear sinister noises that correspond with a medieval story he's reading. Because of course that's what you read out loud when your friend is in the middle of a crazypants breakdown.
This is one of those stories that rely heavily on "atmosphere" to seem menacing.
When I read this years and years ago, I supposedly loved it. But I have a feeling that's because I was a pretentious youngster who wouldn't have dared to say that I didn't get what the hell the big deal was with this one. Now I'm old(er), I still appreciate the story for the classic it is, but I'm mentally breaking down the story while I'm reading, and willing to admit that most of what happens here is ridiculous and avoidable.
Well.
Except for the actual Fall of the HoUsE of UsHeR!
Did they build it on a fault line, or was Roddy cursed?
Only Poe knows...
February 3, 2022
2022 reread: I started reading the upcoming novel What Moves the Dead (by one of my favorite authors, T. Kingfisher (Ursula Vernon) and realized that it’s a novelization of this famous story by Poe. So I put a pin in her novel to do a quick reread of this story. It’s as creepy and atmospheric and filled with decay as I remembered! The dual meaning of the title is reflected in several dualities within the tale itself: the Usher siblings, the mouldering house and family, the sounds of the story being read by the narrator echoing in actuality — it would be interesting to see how many more dualities are there if I looked harder!
Original review: Edgar Allan Poe's "The Fall of the House of Usher" is one of the original haunted house tales. This story embodies old-fashioned gothic horror.
Arthur Rackham illustration
The unnamed narrator tells of his visit to the dreary country home of his boyhood friend, Roderick Usher. He notices (and describes at length) how both Roderick and his house are crumbling at the edges. Roderick is a deeply mentally disturbed person; his sister Madeline, who wafts past the two men once without regarding them, seems equally troubled, but in different ways. And there's something unexpressed but troubling about the relationship between brother and sister.*
1919 illustration for this story by Harry Clarke. It doesn't seem to track the story exactly, but it's certainly a weirdly marvelous drawing
This story struck me at first as too verbose - Poe gets perhaps a bit carried away with his descriptions of decay, both in the narrator's friend, Roderick Usher, and in his sister (who at different times reminded me of a ghost or a vampire), and in their house itself. But things get creepier as the story moves along, and the ending is truly chilling.
The physical house of the Ushers, with its large crack in its walls, and its decrepitude and instability, is mirrored in the persons of Roderick Usher and his twin sister. "House of Usher," of course, can mean either the physical house or the family dynasty, a point Poe makes expressly clear. "Usher," too, reverbates with meaning: what kind of a godforsaken place is the narrator - and we as readers - being ushered into?
*SparkNotes offers this opinion: "The family has no enduring branches, so all genetic transmission has occurred incestuously within the domain of the house." Ewww!
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Original review: Edgar Allan Poe's "The Fall of the House of Usher" is one of the original haunted house tales. This story embodies old-fashioned gothic horror.
Arthur Rackham illustration
The unnamed narrator tells of his visit to the dreary country home of his boyhood friend, Roderick Usher. He notices (and describes at length) how both Roderick and his house are crumbling at the edges. Roderick is a deeply mentally disturbed person; his sister Madeline, who wafts past the two men once without regarding them, seems equally troubled, but in different ways. And there's something unexpressed but troubling about the relationship between brother and sister.*
1919 illustration for this story by Harry Clarke. It doesn't seem to track the story exactly, but it's certainly a weirdly marvelous drawing
This story struck me at first as too verbose - Poe gets perhaps a bit carried away with his descriptions of decay, both in the narrator's friend, Roderick Usher, and in his sister (who at different times reminded me of a ghost or a vampire), and in their house itself. But things get creepier as the story moves along, and the ending is truly chilling.
The physical house of the Ushers, with its large crack in its walls, and its decrepitude and instability, is mirrored in the persons of Roderick Usher and his twin sister. "House of Usher," of course, can mean either the physical house or the family dynasty, a point Poe makes expressly clear. "Usher," too, reverbates with meaning: what kind of a godforsaken place is the narrator - and we as readers - being ushered into?
*SparkNotes offers this opinion: "The family has no enduring branches, so all genetic transmission has occurred incestuously within the domain of the house." Ewww!
Free online many places, including here.
January 27, 2018
Wow, what a fantastic story. You have all the gothic elements crammed in here: a haunted (perhaps even sentient) house, a mysterious illness, madness, death, entombment, a dungeon, a violent storm, a cursed family, hints of possible incest (?), resurrection, bizarre poetry, and a story-within-the-story about a knight slaying a dragon. And binding this all together is Poe's inimitable style and narrative drive. It's horror of the creepy, atmospheric kind (the best kind, IMHO), the kind that gets under your skin and makes you feel it in a thousand subtle ways.
May 27, 2025
Usher's House is inhabited by the last of the Usher line. There's a man who lives alone with his twin sister Madeleine. He says he suffers from an unknown disease that Usher's syndrome has always had. The narrator, invited by the place's owner, is immediately struck by the fantastic atmosphere in this House, which is as old as the Usher's. It almost looks like the House is alive, looking very closely, ready to swallow them up.
At his request, our narrator stays a few days in this House and notices a mysterious atmosphere, as if the House spoke to him, addressed to its inhabitants.
The nocturnal landscapes described are particularly distressing.
When we learn of Madeleine's disappearance, we know that things will turn sour, yet Poe holds us back and forces us to follow him on a slow and agonizing climb toward tragedy.
A book to read with our flashlight on a moonlit night, well hidden under our duvet. Just in case.
At his request, our narrator stays a few days in this House and notices a mysterious atmosphere, as if the House spoke to him, addressed to its inhabitants.
The nocturnal landscapes described are particularly distressing.
When we learn of Madeleine's disappearance, we know that things will turn sour, yet Poe holds us back and forces us to follow him on a slow and agonizing climb toward tragedy.
A book to read with our flashlight on a moonlit night, well hidden under our duvet. Just in case.
October 20, 2025
CALIFICACIÓN REAL: 3.5 estrellas
Roderik y lady Madeline son los últimos descendientes de la estirpe Usher, pero ambos se encuentran en muy mal estado de salud, así que el hermano decide invitar a un compañero de su infancia, para que le haga compañía hasta que llegue su inevitable final. ¿Qué sucederá con los hermanos Usher? Eso es lo que nos revelará esta lectura puramente gótica que, a pesar de diferenciarse de los demás trabajos de Poe, no deja de lado su claro y distinguible sello de identidad.
En cierto punto, Roderik menciona que con su hermana son mellizos, con la habilidad de poder sentirse mutuamente (algo bastante cliché, aunque desconozco si también lo era por aquellos siglos). Gracias a esa capacidad, él sabe que su hermana cuando todos la creían así, ya que la podía percibir y, por ende: decide que . Me parece bastante curiosa la forma de romantizar o poetizar a la muerte a través de esta peculiar situación.
Asimismo, este es un título que certeramente logra transmitir la opresiva densidad de su atmósfera. De igual forma, su desarrollo y conclusión son interesantes, pero no es un título acorde para alguien que no sea adepto a la lectura. Además, para quienes vengan a La caída de la casa Usher a ciegas, deben tener muy en cuenta que este es un relato gótico; por lo que no esperen mucha acción o que sucedan cosas espectacularmente vistosas: el gótico se trata más de lo sugestivo, de lo que se siente en la atmósfera y ambiente del relato, eso es lo que va a primar en una obra de esta naturaleza. Y habiendo aclarado todo esto, tienen que estar conscientes de no pedir o esperar algo más trepidante o exigente de lo que ostenta este género, a diferencia de lo que otros relatos de Poe sí pueden ofrecer.
Sin embargo, todo lo que he comentado hasta ahora no significa que esta sea una lectura aburrida ni mucho menos floja; aunque tampoco es lo mejor de su autor, pero destaca y se puede recomendar abiertamente a las personas adecuadas.
En complemento a lo anterior, confieso que tuve la suerte de haber visto películas de terror desde que tengo memoria, razón por la que nunca me han dado miedo, ya que me acostumbré a eso desde mi más tierna infancia. De hecho, las disfrutaba, por más oscuras, macabras y escabrosas que hayan podido ser, y mi mamá me dejaba verlas con ella sin ningún problema; aunque me hacía tapar los ojos cuando había alguna escena horny 🙈 Así que, todo ese bagaje me preparó para que, hasta los días de hoy, prácticamente sea inmune a los screamers o escenas de sobresalto.
Con estos antecedentes personales, de que jamás me haya atemorizado dicho género cinematográfico durante mi niñez ni que recuerde que eso haya ocurrido, mucho menos una lectura logrará causarme tales temores. No hay manera de que alguna vez me lean o escuchen decir que un relato es aterrador o algo parecido. Solo leo estos géneros por gusto y diversión, porque me gustan sus temáticas.
Pero ¿por qué mencioné toda esta información acerca de mí y que a nadie le interesa saber? Sencillamente porque considero que la presente obra —a diferencia de los demás trabajos del autor— sí que podría llegar a causarle una leve sugestión o algo de ese estilo a quienes sí logran verse afectados o perturbados por estos géneros o temáticas. De todas maneras, no puedo concebir la idea de alguien asustándose por una lectura, que hasta gracia me causa pensar que eso puede suceder, cobardes.
En el lado más técnico, se puede decir que esta es una obra bastante rara e interesante. Ofrece algo notablemente diferente de lo que hay en la bibliografía de su autor; aunque sin descuidar su sello, que claramente está presente, como ya mencioné al principio.
Dentro de lo que puedo criticarle, puede ser el hecho de que hay demasiada decoración en las palabras, no solo en las descripciones como tal; e incluso, se agregó —coló, mejor dicho— una especie de verso en un párrafo completo o más (no recuerdo bien ese detalle) y, considero que eso está totalmente fuera de lugar. Si leyeron mi reseña de El cuervo, sabrán que no soy simpatizante de estos géneros o estilos literarios más poéticos o evocadores.
Por otra parte, era más que evidente que algo realmente extraño se respiraba en esa antigua mansión familiar y alrededores, ya que, al momento de , esta casa queda a total merced del estanque adyacente, , para finalmente . Según mi entendimiento e interpretación de los hechos, la casa sería una entidad, que de algún modo representa el estado del linaje familiar a través de los años.
Respecto a lo anterior, pude darme cuenta de un dato de interés mencionado por el mismo Roderik y que puede apoyar o fundamentar aquella noción, según narra el protagonista: «Afirmaba la sensibilidad propia de todos los seres naturales, pero en su fantasía llegó a incorporar, dentro de la misma categoría, el reino de lo inorgánico. Esta idea se relacionaba con las piedras grises de la mansión de sus antepasados. La sensibilidad de éstas estaba cumplida, según él creía, por la colocación de las piedras, por el orden en que se habían dispuesto, por los hongos que la cubrían y, principalmente, por su inmutabilidad y desdoblamiento en las quietas aguas del estanque. La prueba de aquella sensibilidad se daba en la leve pero evidente condensación de una atmosfera especial en torno a las aguas y los muros. El resultado se descubría, para Usher, en la influencia terrible que durante años había modelado los destinos de la familia, y que lo volvían a él precisamente en aquello que él era. Dichas opiniones no requieren comentarios»...
Así que me quedo con esa última apreciación, ya que, efectivamente, no se requiere decir ni agregar nada más al respecto. La casa formaba parte de esta teoría que Roderik expone, a pesar de que el protagonista/narrador lo encuentre descabellado y no quiera añadir comentarios por eso mismo; o quizás, para desentenderse del asunto o autoconvencerse de que es un tema disparatado, para así no perturbarse todavía más o evitar caer en paranoias de lo desconocido.
Sobre el final, me pareció bastante curioso y cumplidor. También me agradó que nuevamente se incorpore el elemento a la trama. No tengo muchas más apreciaciones, comentarios o reparos que agregarle a esta obra. Quizás me encuentro bajo la influencia de la decadente atmósfera gótica y es por eso mismo que no me siento muy inspirado para desarrollar más en profundidad esta reseña.
En síntesis, esta lectura es una experiencia, así que vívanla. En cuanto a la calificación, le doy 3.5 estrellas, aparte, me gusta la literatura gótica, pero no es para hacer maratones del género de forma tan seguida. Igualmente, tengo claro que mi próxima lectura de esta clase seguramente sea El castillo de Otranto, de Horace Walpole, la primera novela gótica de la historia.
Para no perder el hilo con las demás reseñas que he hecho sobre las obras de Edgar Allan Poe:
1) El gato negro, cuya reseña está bugueada en el feed de Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show...
2) El cuervo, el único poema que he reseñado de este autor: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show...
3) Narraciones extraordinarias, recopilatorio en donde reúno a los 28 relatos que he leído de Poe, además de incluir un top personal al respecto; junto con dar mi opinión en profundidad sobre él como autor: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show...
Roderik y lady Madeline son los últimos descendientes de la estirpe Usher, pero ambos se encuentran en muy mal estado de salud, así que el hermano decide invitar a un compañero de su infancia, para que le haga compañía hasta que llegue su inevitable final. ¿Qué sucederá con los hermanos Usher? Eso es lo que nos revelará esta lectura puramente gótica que, a pesar de diferenciarse de los demás trabajos de Poe, no deja de lado su claro y distinguible sello de identidad.
En cierto punto, Roderik menciona que con su hermana son mellizos, con la habilidad de poder sentirse mutuamente (algo bastante cliché, aunque desconozco si también lo era por aquellos siglos). Gracias a esa capacidad, él sabe que su hermana cuando todos la creían así, ya que la podía percibir y, por ende: decide que . Me parece bastante curiosa la forma de romantizar o poetizar a la muerte a través de esta peculiar situación.
Asimismo, este es un título que certeramente logra transmitir la opresiva densidad de su atmósfera. De igual forma, su desarrollo y conclusión son interesantes, pero no es un título acorde para alguien que no sea adepto a la lectura. Además, para quienes vengan a La caída de la casa Usher a ciegas, deben tener muy en cuenta que este es un relato gótico; por lo que no esperen mucha acción o que sucedan cosas espectacularmente vistosas: el gótico se trata más de lo sugestivo, de lo que se siente en la atmósfera y ambiente del relato, eso es lo que va a primar en una obra de esta naturaleza. Y habiendo aclarado todo esto, tienen que estar conscientes de no pedir o esperar algo más trepidante o exigente de lo que ostenta este género, a diferencia de lo que otros relatos de Poe sí pueden ofrecer.
Sin embargo, todo lo que he comentado hasta ahora no significa que esta sea una lectura aburrida ni mucho menos floja; aunque tampoco es lo mejor de su autor, pero destaca y se puede recomendar abiertamente a las personas adecuadas.
En complemento a lo anterior, confieso que tuve la suerte de haber visto películas de terror desde que tengo memoria, razón por la que nunca me han dado miedo, ya que me acostumbré a eso desde mi más tierna infancia. De hecho, las disfrutaba, por más oscuras, macabras y escabrosas que hayan podido ser, y mi mamá me dejaba verlas con ella sin ningún problema; aunque me hacía tapar los ojos cuando había alguna escena horny 🙈 Así que, todo ese bagaje me preparó para que, hasta los días de hoy, prácticamente sea inmune a los screamers o escenas de sobresalto.
Con estos antecedentes personales, de que jamás me haya atemorizado dicho género cinematográfico durante mi niñez ni que recuerde que eso haya ocurrido, mucho menos una lectura logrará causarme tales temores. No hay manera de que alguna vez me lean o escuchen decir que un relato es aterrador o algo parecido. Solo leo estos géneros por gusto y diversión, porque me gustan sus temáticas.
Pero ¿por qué mencioné toda esta información acerca de mí y que a nadie le interesa saber? Sencillamente porque considero que la presente obra —a diferencia de los demás trabajos del autor— sí que podría llegar a causarle una leve sugestión o algo de ese estilo a quienes sí logran verse afectados o perturbados por estos géneros o temáticas. De todas maneras, no puedo concebir la idea de alguien asustándose por una lectura, que hasta gracia me causa pensar que eso puede suceder, cobardes.
En el lado más técnico, se puede decir que esta es una obra bastante rara e interesante. Ofrece algo notablemente diferente de lo que hay en la bibliografía de su autor; aunque sin descuidar su sello, que claramente está presente, como ya mencioné al principio.
Dentro de lo que puedo criticarle, puede ser el hecho de que hay demasiada decoración en las palabras, no solo en las descripciones como tal; e incluso, se agregó —coló, mejor dicho— una especie de verso en un párrafo completo o más (no recuerdo bien ese detalle) y, considero que eso está totalmente fuera de lugar. Si leyeron mi reseña de El cuervo, sabrán que no soy simpatizante de estos géneros o estilos literarios más poéticos o evocadores.
Por otra parte, era más que evidente que algo realmente extraño se respiraba en esa antigua mansión familiar y alrededores, ya que, al momento de , esta casa queda a total merced del estanque adyacente, , para finalmente . Según mi entendimiento e interpretación de los hechos, la casa sería una entidad, que de algún modo representa el estado del linaje familiar a través de los años.
Respecto a lo anterior, pude darme cuenta de un dato de interés mencionado por el mismo Roderik y que puede apoyar o fundamentar aquella noción, según narra el protagonista: «Afirmaba la sensibilidad propia de todos los seres naturales, pero en su fantasía llegó a incorporar, dentro de la misma categoría, el reino de lo inorgánico. Esta idea se relacionaba con las piedras grises de la mansión de sus antepasados. La sensibilidad de éstas estaba cumplida, según él creía, por la colocación de las piedras, por el orden en que se habían dispuesto, por los hongos que la cubrían y, principalmente, por su inmutabilidad y desdoblamiento en las quietas aguas del estanque. La prueba de aquella sensibilidad se daba en la leve pero evidente condensación de una atmosfera especial en torno a las aguas y los muros. El resultado se descubría, para Usher, en la influencia terrible que durante años había modelado los destinos de la familia, y que lo volvían a él precisamente en aquello que él era. Dichas opiniones no requieren comentarios»...
Así que me quedo con esa última apreciación, ya que, efectivamente, no se requiere decir ni agregar nada más al respecto. La casa formaba parte de esta teoría que Roderik expone, a pesar de que el protagonista/narrador lo encuentre descabellado y no quiera añadir comentarios por eso mismo; o quizás, para desentenderse del asunto o autoconvencerse de que es un tema disparatado, para así no perturbarse todavía más o evitar caer en paranoias de lo desconocido.
Sobre el final, me pareció bastante curioso y cumplidor. También me agradó que nuevamente se incorpore el elemento a la trama. No tengo muchas más apreciaciones, comentarios o reparos que agregarle a esta obra. Quizás me encuentro bajo la influencia de la decadente atmósfera gótica y es por eso mismo que no me siento muy inspirado para desarrollar más en profundidad esta reseña.
En síntesis, esta lectura es una experiencia, así que vívanla. En cuanto a la calificación, le doy 3.5 estrellas, aparte, me gusta la literatura gótica, pero no es para hacer maratones del género de forma tan seguida. Igualmente, tengo claro que mi próxima lectura de esta clase seguramente sea El castillo de Otranto, de Horace Walpole, la primera novela gótica de la historia.
Para no perder el hilo con las demás reseñas que he hecho sobre las obras de Edgar Allan Poe:
1) El gato negro, cuya reseña está bugueada en el feed de Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show...
2) El cuervo, el único poema que he reseñado de este autor: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show...
3) Narraciones extraordinarias, recopilatorio en donde reúno a los 28 relatos que he leído de Poe, además de incluir un top personal al respecto; junto con dar mi opinión en profundidad sobre él como autor: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show...
October 15, 2023
Este es uno de mis cuentos preferidos de Edgar Allan Poe, básicamente, porque es perfecto. Ligeia ocupa el segundo lugar.
Todo está ahí, en el comienzo, cuando el narrador ve la grieta en la pared. Esa grieta es un spoiler, lo sé, pero es la punta del iceberg de la narración, ya que lo que el narrador nos vaya relatando es un verdadero descenso al desastre.
Roderick Usher tiene todos los rasgos depresivos que caracterizaban a los personajes del pre-romanticismo que para variar, habita dentro de una mansión demasiado gótica.
El suspense que Poe le imprime al cuento a lo largo de la trama, junto con el desasosiego de Roderick, el poema “El palacio encantado” inserto dentro de la narración y la maldición que debe sobrellevar Lady Madeline transforman a este lúgubre ambiente en uno de los más condenados de la literatura.
El cuento tiene una redondez brillante donde todo encaja perfectamente: el comienzo es prometedor, la parte central es completamente intrigante y absorbente y la construcción del final es sencillamente hechizante, de esos que sólo Edgar Allan Poe podía concebir.
Definitivamente lo incluyo dentro de los cuentos más perfectos jamás escritos.
Y no soy el único que piensa así.
Todo está ahí, en el comienzo, cuando el narrador ve la grieta en la pared. Esa grieta es un spoiler, lo sé, pero es la punta del iceberg de la narración, ya que lo que el narrador nos vaya relatando es un verdadero descenso al desastre.
Roderick Usher tiene todos los rasgos depresivos que caracterizaban a los personajes del pre-romanticismo que para variar, habita dentro de una mansión demasiado gótica.
El suspense que Poe le imprime al cuento a lo largo de la trama, junto con el desasosiego de Roderick, el poema “El palacio encantado” inserto dentro de la narración y la maldición que debe sobrellevar Lady Madeline transforman a este lúgubre ambiente en uno de los más condenados de la literatura.
El cuento tiene una redondez brillante donde todo encaja perfectamente: el comienzo es prometedor, la parte central es completamente intrigante y absorbente y la construcción del final es sencillamente hechizante, de esos que sólo Edgar Allan Poe podía concebir.
Definitivamente lo incluyo dentro de los cuentos más perfectos jamás escritos.
Y no soy el único que piensa así.
December 2, 2024
The Fall of the House of Usher (published in 1839) may well be one of the stories which started the current interest in the gothic genre, although Ann Radcliffe's "The Mysteries of Udolpho", for instance, had been published much earlier in 1794. Apart from its parody in Jane Austen's "Northanger Abbey", Radcliffe's work has now largely been forgotten along with other great gothic works from the time. Yet The Fall of the House of Usher remains perennially popular and influential. Poe regarded it as his most successful example of "totality" , in that every detail and event in the story is relevant to the plot.
The viewpoint character has been invited to the house of a childhood friend, Roderick Usher, in order to cheer him as he is weak, ill and depressed.
Very early on in this story we are encouraged to empathise with the narrator, as his surroundings become increasingly grotesque, sinister and threatening. The "House of Usher", we are told, describes both the family and the mansion itself, and on learning this snippet of information the ending to this story is neatly telegraphed, albeit on an almost subconscious level.
Poe is at the height of his powers of description in this tale. Here is the man's first sight of the house:
"about the whole mansion and domain there hung an atmosphere peculiar to themselves and their immediate vicinity which had no affinity with the air of heaven, but which had reeked up from the decayed trees, and the gray wall, and the silent tarn - a pestilent and mystic vapor, dull, sluggish, faintly discernable, and leaden-hued."
And here's another atmospheric depiction, of his room this time:
"the bewildering influence of the gloomy furniture of the room - of the dark and tattered draperies which, tortured into motion by the breath of a rising tempest, swayed fitfully to and fro upon the walls, and rustled uneasily about the decorations about my bed."
Or what about this evocative description of (super)natural phenomena:
"the under surfaces of the huge masses of agitated vapor, as well as all terrestrial objects immediately around us, were glowing in the unnatural light of a faintly luminous and distinctly visible gaseous exhalation which hung about and enshrouded the mansion."
The whole tale is superbly imbued with a sense of foreboding and impending doom. Conversation is virtually absent; the only occasions being for dramatic effect, for example
The culmination of this story is a masterpiece of gothic description. Our credulity is stretched as the characters reach a point of hysteria, or was something more supernatural at work?
The viewpoint character has been invited to the house of a childhood friend, Roderick Usher, in order to cheer him as he is weak, ill and depressed.
Very early on in this story we are encouraged to empathise with the narrator, as his surroundings become increasingly grotesque, sinister and threatening. The "House of Usher", we are told, describes both the family and the mansion itself, and on learning this snippet of information the ending to this story is neatly telegraphed, albeit on an almost subconscious level.
Poe is at the height of his powers of description in this tale. Here is the man's first sight of the house:
"about the whole mansion and domain there hung an atmosphere peculiar to themselves and their immediate vicinity which had no affinity with the air of heaven, but which had reeked up from the decayed trees, and the gray wall, and the silent tarn - a pestilent and mystic vapor, dull, sluggish, faintly discernable, and leaden-hued."
And here's another atmospheric depiction, of his room this time:
"the bewildering influence of the gloomy furniture of the room - of the dark and tattered draperies which, tortured into motion by the breath of a rising tempest, swayed fitfully to and fro upon the walls, and rustled uneasily about the decorations about my bed."
Or what about this evocative description of (super)natural phenomena:
"the under surfaces of the huge masses of agitated vapor, as well as all terrestrial objects immediately around us, were glowing in the unnatural light of a faintly luminous and distinctly visible gaseous exhalation which hung about and enshrouded the mansion."
The whole tale is superbly imbued with a sense of foreboding and impending doom. Conversation is virtually absent; the only occasions being for dramatic effect, for example
The culmination of this story is a masterpiece of gothic description. Our credulity is stretched as the characters reach a point of hysteria, or was something more supernatural at work?
October 20, 2025
“The Fall of the House of Usher” is a classic Poe story, and helps us define just what it means to be “gothic” in nineteenth-century literature. Continuous dark, stormy weather, a huge decaying gothic-architectural-style house, continuous pervasive gloom, humans infused with all this, possibly driven mad by it. But there is a reciprocal relationship between the house and the inhabitants; as the house decays to its "fall," so do its inhabitants. You live in the house, but the house lives in you, too!
Roderick Usher, pale and wild-haired owner of the house. Sick, maybe from the waters seeping from the tarn into the house? The fungi on the building? Is Roderick an opium eater? Living with his also pale and wild-haired wraith twin sister Madeline. Mental disorder, nervous agitation, mysterious house. Lead poisoning? (imposing a contemporary theory, here. . .). House, with tall ceilings, dimly lit, decayed and decaying, with a crack in the foundation.
Sonorous, formal language on the verge of the ridiculous: “cadaverousness," “pertinacity,” “phantasmagoric.” Language that matches the house, a little formal and brooding and stuffy.
“An excited and highly distempered ideality.” A romantic vision filled with dread, fear.
[“I am interested in language because it wounds or seduces me.” –Barthes]
The pleasures of the text, satisfying or at least calling up desire: Aching, gloomy, seductive. Tacking between the laughter of desire and the tears of heartbreak, loss. Death and darkness as delicious pleasures. Goth!
[Text of bliss: the text that imposes a state of loss, the text that discomforts (perhaps to the point of a certain boredom), unsettles the reader's historical, cultural, psychological assumptions, the consistency of his tastes, values, memories, brings to a crisis his relation with language.—Barthes]
Rhapsodic painting and music. Presaged by Romantics Coleridge, Wordsworth, Liszt. An imagination intensified by anxiety. Decay. (Presaged themselves by Romeo, Macbeth, Hamlet?) The mad opium- or laudanum-stoned suicidally romantic artist. Looking ahead to Baudelaire, to the Beats, to beat daddy Kerouac! The romantic tradition of wild rhapsodic self-destruction.
“We painted and read together, or I listened, as if in a dream, to the wild improvisations of his speaking guitar.”
“A small picture [made by Roderick] presented the interior of an immensely long and rectangular vault or tunnel, with low walls, smooth, white, and without interruption or device.”
“He not infrequently accompanied himself with rhymed verbal improvisations.” [Hey! Flash forward to rap?! Spoken word!?]
The narrator and Usher seem to speak little, and alternately Usher lapses into melancholy, or wild incoherent, rhapsodic talking.
“Manic depression. . . ”—Jimi Hendrix
“A mere nervous affection, he [Roderick] immediately added, which would undoubtedly soon pass off” (as Lady Macbeth claimed about Macbeth, who freaks out at the sight of Banquo’s ghost).
The house is, as if it were, his very soul, weighing on him. In contemporary gothic tales, Sylvie and Ruth and Lucie in Housekeeping, and We Have Always Lived in the Castle, the gothic House is the Soul. And the House seen as a tomb: The Haunting of Hill House.
Or the house is to the human/family constitution as the body is to the mind/soul. When the mind breaks down in gothic tales, so does the body. The house crumbles as does the body.
So Madeline dies, put in a vault in the musty room below our narrator.
In grief, agitation, driven to madness, Usher succumbs to “gazing upon vacancy for long hours.”
They write, they draw, they play music, but they also read books, too, to heal, or to further sink into the gloom: The literature of dread. Life echoes the story the narrator reads.
A knocking. What? Who’s there?! But she’s dead! Buried? Madeline buried alive?!
“Madman! I tell you that she now stands without the door!” [Shudder]
(As I teenager I saw a B Vincent Price movie, “Premature Burial,” at a drive-in, and I actually screamed from the Big Reveal: SHE WAS ALIVE! SHE WAS ALIVE! ALIVE!)
Wild storm, house cracks at the fissure we early learned about, collapses (no spoiler here, remember that title) into the tarn [a small mountain lake!]. Nature in all its voluptuousness takes the house back into itself. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
So, I like it. There’s too little dialogue in the story, which for me is a fault, but it has its moments. A classic gothic horror story.
vincent price laughing:
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Other castles: The Castle of Otranto by Walpole, We Have Always Lived in the Castle and The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson. The Ice Palace as gothic castle. Oh, any number of places in nineteenth-century lit: Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights, The Turn of the Screw. The Others (2001 film). But you can't talk about gothic castles without this one in the conversation.
Roderick Usher, pale and wild-haired owner of the house. Sick, maybe from the waters seeping from the tarn into the house? The fungi on the building? Is Roderick an opium eater? Living with his also pale and wild-haired wraith twin sister Madeline. Mental disorder, nervous agitation, mysterious house. Lead poisoning? (imposing a contemporary theory, here. . .). House, with tall ceilings, dimly lit, decayed and decaying, with a crack in the foundation.
Sonorous, formal language on the verge of the ridiculous: “cadaverousness," “pertinacity,” “phantasmagoric.” Language that matches the house, a little formal and brooding and stuffy.
“An excited and highly distempered ideality.” A romantic vision filled with dread, fear.
[“I am interested in language because it wounds or seduces me.” –Barthes]
The pleasures of the text, satisfying or at least calling up desire: Aching, gloomy, seductive. Tacking between the laughter of desire and the tears of heartbreak, loss. Death and darkness as delicious pleasures. Goth!
[Text of bliss: the text that imposes a state of loss, the text that discomforts (perhaps to the point of a certain boredom), unsettles the reader's historical, cultural, psychological assumptions, the consistency of his tastes, values, memories, brings to a crisis his relation with language.—Barthes]
Rhapsodic painting and music. Presaged by Romantics Coleridge, Wordsworth, Liszt. An imagination intensified by anxiety. Decay. (Presaged themselves by Romeo, Macbeth, Hamlet?) The mad opium- or laudanum-stoned suicidally romantic artist. Looking ahead to Baudelaire, to the Beats, to beat daddy Kerouac! The romantic tradition of wild rhapsodic self-destruction.
“We painted and read together, or I listened, as if in a dream, to the wild improvisations of his speaking guitar.”
“A small picture [made by Roderick] presented the interior of an immensely long and rectangular vault or tunnel, with low walls, smooth, white, and without interruption or device.”
“He not infrequently accompanied himself with rhymed verbal improvisations.” [Hey! Flash forward to rap?! Spoken word!?]
The narrator and Usher seem to speak little, and alternately Usher lapses into melancholy, or wild incoherent, rhapsodic talking.
“Manic depression. . . ”—Jimi Hendrix
“A mere nervous affection, he [Roderick] immediately added, which would undoubtedly soon pass off” (as Lady Macbeth claimed about Macbeth, who freaks out at the sight of Banquo’s ghost).
The house is, as if it were, his very soul, weighing on him. In contemporary gothic tales, Sylvie and Ruth and Lucie in Housekeeping, and We Have Always Lived in the Castle, the gothic House is the Soul. And the House seen as a tomb: The Haunting of Hill House.
Or the house is to the human/family constitution as the body is to the mind/soul. When the mind breaks down in gothic tales, so does the body. The house crumbles as does the body.
So Madeline dies, put in a vault in the musty room below our narrator.
In grief, agitation, driven to madness, Usher succumbs to “gazing upon vacancy for long hours.”
They write, they draw, they play music, but they also read books, too, to heal, or to further sink into the gloom: The literature of dread. Life echoes the story the narrator reads.
A knocking. What? Who’s there?! But she’s dead! Buried? Madeline buried alive?!
“Madman! I tell you that she now stands without the door!” [Shudder]
(As I teenager I saw a B Vincent Price movie, “Premature Burial,” at a drive-in, and I actually screamed from the Big Reveal: SHE WAS ALIVE! SHE WAS ALIVE! ALIVE!)
Wild storm, house cracks at the fissure we early learned about, collapses (no spoiler here, remember that title) into the tarn [a small mountain lake!]. Nature in all its voluptuousness takes the house back into itself. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
So, I like it. There’s too little dialogue in the story, which for me is a fault, but it has its moments. A classic gothic horror story.
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Other castles: The Castle of Otranto by Walpole, We Have Always Lived in the Castle and The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson. The Ice Palace as gothic castle. Oh, any number of places in nineteenth-century lit: Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights, The Turn of the Screw. The Others (2001 film). But you can't talk about gothic castles without this one in the conversation.
May 9, 2023
The Fall of the House of Usher by Edgar Allan Poe is the Original Creep Show!
Our nameless narrator, a childhood friend of Roderick Usher, has been beckoned via letter to the Usher home. Roderick states he's ill and needs immediate help. The friend wonders why he's been summoned.
Upon arrival, he finds the outside of the house in horrible disrepair and looks to be splitting down the center, from the roof to the ground. The friend wonders what he'll find inside.
Shortly after arriving, he sees Madeline, Roderick's twin sister, walking through a room in a trance-like state. The friend wonders if she senses his presence.
Despite numerous attempts to cheer him up, Roderick's condition continues to decline and he begins making unbelievably crazy statements. The friend wonders how this dire situation could become any more bizarre...
The Fall of the House of Usher was originally published in 1839 and thought to be Edgar Allan Poe's most famous and well-written piece of work. After reading/listening to this short story, I understand the true appeal of this author's genius.
The Fall of the House of Usher has deep undertones of how one's environment can impact or alter one's state of mind. With topics of isolation, fear, and strange happenings, even the friend/narrator was beginning to feel out of sorts. While listening, I may have been leaning a wee bit in that direction myself.
I listened to one of the many Audible audio editions available, this one being a mere 52 minutes that's full of the Gothic, Horror, and Supernatural Fiction vibes that stands up to any book in these genres no matter the length. The narrator Edmund Dehn gives the appropriate amount of melodramatic voicing to accentuate the dark, macabre, and foreboding feel of this listen.
The Fall of the House of Usher is my very first Edgar Allan Poe experience and it was simply incredible!
5 Dark, Haunting, Gothic Stars!⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
Our nameless narrator, a childhood friend of Roderick Usher, has been beckoned via letter to the Usher home. Roderick states he's ill and needs immediate help. The friend wonders why he's been summoned.
Upon arrival, he finds the outside of the house in horrible disrepair and looks to be splitting down the center, from the roof to the ground. The friend wonders what he'll find inside.
Shortly after arriving, he sees Madeline, Roderick's twin sister, walking through a room in a trance-like state. The friend wonders if she senses his presence.
Despite numerous attempts to cheer him up, Roderick's condition continues to decline and he begins making unbelievably crazy statements. The friend wonders how this dire situation could become any more bizarre...
The Fall of the House of Usher was originally published in 1839 and thought to be Edgar Allan Poe's most famous and well-written piece of work. After reading/listening to this short story, I understand the true appeal of this author's genius.
The Fall of the House of Usher has deep undertones of how one's environment can impact or alter one's state of mind. With topics of isolation, fear, and strange happenings, even the friend/narrator was beginning to feel out of sorts. While listening, I may have been leaning a wee bit in that direction myself.
I listened to one of the many Audible audio editions available, this one being a mere 52 minutes that's full of the Gothic, Horror, and Supernatural Fiction vibes that stands up to any book in these genres no matter the length. The narrator Edmund Dehn gives the appropriate amount of melodramatic voicing to accentuate the dark, macabre, and foreboding feel of this listen.
The Fall of the House of Usher is my very first Edgar Allan Poe experience and it was simply incredible!
5 Dark, Haunting, Gothic Stars!⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
September 20, 2023
“The ‘House of Usher’ - an appellation which seemed to include, in the minds of the peasantry who used it, both the family and the family mansion.”
The narrator has been unexpectedly and urgently invited to visit Roderick Usher, one of his “boon companions in boyhood”, though he knows (or remembers?) oddly little about this friend.
From the opening words, Poe conjures an unsettling and other-worldly atmosphere with florid and archaic prose and by occasionally slipping an unexpected word in an otherwise ordinary description:
“During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn…”
As he approaches “this mansion of gloom” everything builds to create “an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart”.
“I reined my horse to the precipitous brink of a black and lurid tarn that lay in unruffled lustre by the dwelling, and gazed down - but with a shudder even more thrilling than before - upon the remodelled and inverted images of the gray sedge, and the ghastly tree-stems, and the vacant and eye-like windows.”
Nevertheless, he approaches the house, is admitted, and is led through “many dark and intricate passages”. Even “The physician of the family… wore a mingled expression of low cunning and perplexity”. But the narrator is shocked at the sight of cadaverous Usher:
“I could not, even with effort, connect its Arabesque expression with any idea of simple humanity.”
Image: Dark and twisty corridors (Source, but edited)
Superstition versus science
Usher is a man of sudden mood changes and manias, keen to talk about the curse of his family line, his dying twin sister, and his struggle with “the grim phantasm, FEAR”. His friend thinks him a hypochondriac. They paint and read and sometimes Usher makes “wild improvisations on his speaking guitar”. He confides his belief in the sentience of all vegetable things, and in a real connection between the family’s fate and the gray stones of the ancestral home, which are covered in fungi and surrounded by decayed trees.
After much setting of mood, a major event happens, triggering other smaller ones. Usher is spooked and sees through a spiritual lens, while his friend pushes a reassuring rationalist perspective.
Meta
This is a short story, but it includes two significant chunks of other works to propel the prophetic undercurrent.
• A six-stanza poem, The Haunted Palace, is presented as one of Usher’s works. It has four stanzas of beauty followed by two of horror and seems to echo and predict his family’s fate. (Poe had previously published it as a standalone poem.)
• One of Usher’s favourite romances is “Mad Trist” by Sir Launcelot Canning. As the narrator reads it aloud, the story seems to echo in reality around them, culminating in a finale that inverts the opening metaphor of the House of Usher.
Image: Woodcut of the narrator fleeing the House of Usher (artist unknown) (Source)
Reflections
I last read this ~30 years ago and have vague memories of seeing it on screen, so although I remembered the gist of the story, the telling of it was fresh - in sharp contrast with the archaic phrasing and the “pestilent and mystic vapor” suffocating the House of Usher. I was especially taken by the odd reflections in the “sullen waters of the tarn” and the unreliable reflections in it.
See also
• Ray Bradbury wrote a dystopian sequel to this, Usher II, which I reviewed HERE. It’s included in some editions of The Martian Chronicles, which I reviewed HERE.
• Another brother and sister living in a creepy house in Julio Cortázar's short story, House Taken Over, which I reviewed HERE.
• The merging of family dynasty and their home, coupled with secrets, reminded me a little of Mervyn Peake’s magnificent Gormenghast books, which I reviewed HERE.
• This could easily inspire a story of the effects of Covid-isolation, but I won’t be the one to write it.
Short story club
I reread this as one of the stories in The Art of the Short Story, by Dana Gioia, from which I'm aiming to read one story a week with The Short Story Club, starting 2 May 2022.
You can read this story here.
You can join the group here.
The narrator has been unexpectedly and urgently invited to visit Roderick Usher, one of his “boon companions in boyhood”, though he knows (or remembers?) oddly little about this friend.
From the opening words, Poe conjures an unsettling and other-worldly atmosphere with florid and archaic prose and by occasionally slipping an unexpected word in an otherwise ordinary description:
“During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn…”
As he approaches “this mansion of gloom” everything builds to create “an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart”.
“I reined my horse to the precipitous brink of a black and lurid tarn that lay in unruffled lustre by the dwelling, and gazed down - but with a shudder even more thrilling than before - upon the remodelled and inverted images of the gray sedge, and the ghastly tree-stems, and the vacant and eye-like windows.”
Nevertheless, he approaches the house, is admitted, and is led through “many dark and intricate passages”. Even “The physician of the family… wore a mingled expression of low cunning and perplexity”. But the narrator is shocked at the sight of cadaverous Usher:
“I could not, even with effort, connect its Arabesque expression with any idea of simple humanity.”
Image: Dark and twisty corridors (Source, but edited)
Superstition versus science
Usher is a man of sudden mood changes and manias, keen to talk about the curse of his family line, his dying twin sister, and his struggle with “the grim phantasm, FEAR”. His friend thinks him a hypochondriac. They paint and read and sometimes Usher makes “wild improvisations on his speaking guitar”. He confides his belief in the sentience of all vegetable things, and in a real connection between the family’s fate and the gray stones of the ancestral home, which are covered in fungi and surrounded by decayed trees.
After much setting of mood, a major event happens, triggering other smaller ones. Usher is spooked and sees through a spiritual lens, while his friend pushes a reassuring rationalist perspective.
Meta
This is a short story, but it includes two significant chunks of other works to propel the prophetic undercurrent.
• A six-stanza poem, The Haunted Palace, is presented as one of Usher’s works. It has four stanzas of beauty followed by two of horror and seems to echo and predict his family’s fate. (Poe had previously published it as a standalone poem.)
• One of Usher’s favourite romances is “Mad Trist” by Sir Launcelot Canning. As the narrator reads it aloud, the story seems to echo in reality around them, culminating in a finale that inverts the opening metaphor of the House of Usher.
Image: Woodcut of the narrator fleeing the House of Usher (artist unknown) (Source)
Reflections
I last read this ~30 years ago and have vague memories of seeing it on screen, so although I remembered the gist of the story, the telling of it was fresh - in sharp contrast with the archaic phrasing and the “pestilent and mystic vapor” suffocating the House of Usher. I was especially taken by the odd reflections in the “sullen waters of the tarn” and the unreliable reflections in it.
See also
• Ray Bradbury wrote a dystopian sequel to this, Usher II, which I reviewed HERE. It’s included in some editions of The Martian Chronicles, which I reviewed HERE.
• Another brother and sister living in a creepy house in Julio Cortázar's short story, House Taken Over, which I reviewed HERE.
• The merging of family dynasty and their home, coupled with secrets, reminded me a little of Mervyn Peake’s magnificent Gormenghast books, which I reviewed HERE.
• This could easily inspire a story of the effects of Covid-isolation, but I won’t be the one to write it.
Short story club
I reread this as one of the stories in The Art of the Short Story, by Dana Gioia, from which I'm aiming to read one story a week with The Short Story Club, starting 2 May 2022.
You can read this story here.
You can join the group here.
May 25, 2017
3.5 of 5 stars to The Fall of the House of Usher, a short story by Edgar Allan Poe, written in 1839. I found myself a slight bit bored the first time I read it. It seemed to only be about some guy that went to go visit an old school buddy. When he arrives, some type of curse or disastrous mood hangs over his house and looms until the man is a bit fearful. Then, his best friend is dying of some odd disease. They watch his wife die, but only when the man is about to die himself does he reveal that he buried the woman alive. She is still down there breathing. It was powerful imagery of the heart still beating and her breaths. It was unlike in “The Tell-Tale Heart” when the heart wasn’t really beating, a figment of his imagination. This time, it was real. Fast forward a few years later, I read the story again at the end of my college years, as a look on mystery and the Gothic origins. And the story is really vivid. It's not Poe's best, but you really get a sense of his imagery and his talent for describing things in a most unique way.
About Me
For those new to me or my reviews... here's the scoop: I read A LOT. I write A LOT. And now I blog A LOT. First the book review goes on Goodreads, and then I send it on over to my WordPress blog at https://thisismytruthnow.com, where you'll also find TV & Film reviews, the revealing and introspective 365 Daily Challenge and lots of blogging about places I've visited all over the world. And you can find all my social media profiles to get the details on the who/what/when/where and my pictures.
About Me
For those new to me or my reviews... here's the scoop: I read A LOT. I write A LOT. And now I blog A LOT. First the book review goes on Goodreads, and then I send it on over to my WordPress blog at https://thisismytruthnow.com, where you'll also find TV & Film reviews, the revealing and introspective 365 Daily Challenge and lots of blogging about places I've visited all over the world. And you can find all my social media profiles to get the details on the who/what/when/where and my pictures.
October 9, 2018
Along with the unnamed narrator, we as readers are summoned into the macabre to witness the fall of the House of Usher. Edgar Allan Poe's The Fall of the House of Usher is a nearly perfect short story. It creates tension as events unfold and the once familiar takes on the visage of the ghastly and wild. Poe successfully evokes a feeling of dread which is inescapable. And while there is closure in the story, the narrator is unnerved by the sorrow and recognizes that he will carry the terror the rest of his life. We too are touched by this terror in ways that are impossible to fathom. Great story!
June 16, 2012
Here's my abridged version:
Narrator: Damn, this house is creepy. *checks out reflection of the house in a pond* Yep, still creepy. I'm here to see a school friend, Roderick Usher. He's rich and aristocratic. Here he is. Oh dear, he's a bit weird looking at the best of times but now he looks like shit. He's probably an alcoholic or an opium fiend.
Usher: I am sick. I suffer from a morbid acuteness of the senses. I'm gonna DIE. I also believe that the house is sentient. My twin sister Madeline is sick too. She's wasting away and has bouts of catalepsy and there are rumours that we are lovers. Here she is gliding past like a ghost. *bursts into tears*
Narrator and Usher: *spend several days painting, reading and playing guitar.*
Narrator: That dude seriously needs to cheer up.
Usher: *sings "Haunted Palace* Yo, my sister is dead. But because I know she has catalepsy which could mean she is alive after all, I am going to put her in a vault for two weeks, instead of burying her straight away.
Narrator and Usher: *put Madeline in a vault, making sure to screw the coffin lid down and secure the metal gates*
Several days later...
Narrator: Usher is not taking this at all well and I am starting to get creeped out. It's a dark and stormy night and I can't sleep, so I'm going to go for a wander. *bumps into Usher* Dude, it's too creepy for you to be wandering around in your mental state. I'm going to read a book to you instead. *reads "Mad Trist"*
*weird noises*
*screaming*
Usher: *mutters like a maniac* She is alive. I've been hearing her for days.
Madeline: *appears, bloody and emaciated, and falls on top of Usher with a cry*
Madeline and Usher: *die*
Narrator: *runs for the hills*
House: *collapses*
THE END
Narrator: Damn, this house is creepy. *checks out reflection of the house in a pond* Yep, still creepy. I'm here to see a school friend, Roderick Usher. He's rich and aristocratic. Here he is. Oh dear, he's a bit weird looking at the best of times but now he looks like shit. He's probably an alcoholic or an opium fiend.
Usher: I am sick. I suffer from a morbid acuteness of the senses. I'm gonna DIE. I also believe that the house is sentient. My twin sister Madeline is sick too. She's wasting away and has bouts of catalepsy and there are rumours that we are lovers. Here she is gliding past like a ghost. *bursts into tears*
Narrator and Usher: *spend several days painting, reading and playing guitar.*
Narrator: That dude seriously needs to cheer up.
Usher: *sings "Haunted Palace* Yo, my sister is dead. But because I know she has catalepsy which could mean she is alive after all, I am going to put her in a vault for two weeks, instead of burying her straight away.
Narrator and Usher: *put Madeline in a vault, making sure to screw the coffin lid down and secure the metal gates*
Several days later...
Narrator: Usher is not taking this at all well and I am starting to get creeped out. It's a dark and stormy night and I can't sleep, so I'm going to go for a wander. *bumps into Usher* Dude, it's too creepy for you to be wandering around in your mental state. I'm going to read a book to you instead. *reads "Mad Trist"*
*weird noises*
*screaming*
Usher: *mutters like a maniac* She is alive. I've been hearing her for days.
Madeline: *appears, bloody and emaciated, and falls on top of Usher with a cry*
Madeline and Usher: *die*
Narrator: *runs for the hills*
House: *collapses*
THE END
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
August 16, 2024
I have read this short story because it was mentioned in 'The Martian Chronicles', the book I read previously.
The story is very atmospheric - the nature, architecture, the weather, the books and music - all of them contribute to creating this atmosphere of total gloom and doom.
It is beautifully written but it seems to me that at this period of my life one story by Edgar Allan Poe at a time is more than enough.
'And it might have been for this reason only, that, when I again uplifted my eyes to the house itself, from its image in the pool, there grew in my mind a strange fancy—a fancy so ridiculous, indeed, that I but mention it to show the vivid force of the sensations which oppressed me. I had so
worked upon my imagination as really to believe that about the whole mansion and domain there hung an atmosphere peculiar to themselves and their immediate vicinity—an atmosphere which had no affinity with the air of heaven, but which had reeked up from the decayed trees, and the gray wall, and the silent tarn—a pestilent and mystic vapor, dull, sluggish, faintly discernible, and leaden-hued.'
The story is very atmospheric - the nature, architecture, the weather, the books and music - all of them contribute to creating this atmosphere of total gloom and doom.
It is beautifully written but it seems to me that at this period of my life one story by Edgar Allan Poe at a time is more than enough.
'And it might have been for this reason only, that, when I again uplifted my eyes to the house itself, from its image in the pool, there grew in my mind a strange fancy—a fancy so ridiculous, indeed, that I but mention it to show the vivid force of the sensations which oppressed me. I had so
worked upon my imagination as really to believe that about the whole mansion and domain there hung an atmosphere peculiar to themselves and their immediate vicinity—an atmosphere which had no affinity with the air of heaven, but which had reeked up from the decayed trees, and the gray wall, and the silent tarn—a pestilent and mystic vapor, dull, sluggish, faintly discernible, and leaden-hued.'
November 2, 2022
Re-read when reading/reviewing What Moves the Dead, a 2022 reimagining by T. Kingfisher.
The language is as thick as the miasma being depicted. Ill-fated twins Roderick and Madeline Usher beset by some dark force centered on their land, whether natural or spectral. Nifty, spooky atmosphere, reported to us by a soldier friend of Roderick's. Madeline having some difficulty remaining dead, freaking out her brother. Some obvious flaws, like our narrator bolting maybe a bit too soon as the creepy house is itself beset, not checking on his buddy's status in his speedy buh-bye. But still, a fun dark read.
The language is as thick as the miasma being depicted. Ill-fated twins Roderick and Madeline Usher beset by some dark force centered on their land, whether natural or spectral. Nifty, spooky atmosphere, reported to us by a soldier friend of Roderick's. Madeline having some difficulty remaining dead, freaking out her brother. Some obvious flaws, like our narrator bolting maybe a bit too soon as the creepy house is itself beset, not checking on his buddy's status in his speedy buh-bye. But still, a fun dark read.
August 27, 2022
Exercise for expanding your vocabulary and giving a free reign to your creativity:
Write a cheerful, effervescent and jolly story out of this vocabulary. And if you have time, look for more synonyms.
Dull, dark and soundless day
Clouds hung oppressively low
Dreary tract of country
Insufferable gloom
Desolate or terrible
Bleak walls
Decayed trees
Depression of soul
Iciness, sinking, a sickening of the heart
Dreariness of thought
Sorrowful impression
Ghastly tree-stems
Mansion of gloom
Gray walls and turrets
Silent tarn
Pestilent and mystic vapor, dull, sluggish… and leaden-hued.
Phantasmagoric armorial trophies
Dark draperies
Atmosphere of sorrow
Cadaverousness of complexion
Ghastly pallor
Unnatural sensations
Emaciated fingers
Phantasmagoric conception
Ghastly and inappropriate splendor
Wild fantasias
Morbid condition auditory nerve
“The Haunted Palace”
Character of phantasm
Donjon
Region of horror
Cataleptical character
Bitter grief
Ghastly hue
Tattered tapestries
Gloomy furniture
Indefinite sounds
Pitiable condition
Cadaverously wan
Mad hilarity
Restrained hysteria
Density of the clouds
Unnatural light
Electrical phenomena
Echo
Dragon
Screaming or grating sound
Extreme terror
Hollow, metallic, clangorous… reverberation
Bitter struggle
Corpse
Blood-red moon
Good Luck!!!
July 22, 2018
إنهيار منزل أوشر ~ إدغار آلان بو..
يا الله كم هو عجيب ومدهش " بو " وكيف يتلاعب بالعقل البشري وينثر الرعب في الأودية السحيقة في النفس ، هذا الرجل يتقن اللعب في عالم الكآبة يدخل من الجيوب الضيقة للظلام يرعب القارئ بسكون لا منتاهي، يغريك بدخول الجو الذي يصنعه في قصصه بإتقان شديد وغرابة، قادمة من عالم آخر شرير ومفزع، كأنها الكوابيس ذاتها..
هذه القصة عجيبة فعلاً وأفزعتني لدرجة كآبتها وواقعيتها وكابوسيتها في آن واحد، في ذلك البيت الطافح بالرعب والغرابة والأناس المصورون بهيئة معتمة، مبهمة، لا تعرف أهي كائنات بشرية أم لا، لا تظهر شخصياته جلية سوى في مشاهد مرتبكة وغارقة في وحل التصميم الأمثل للكابوس، لا يفوتني أبداً مشهد العاصفة والضجيج والرعب والإنهيار الأخير الذي كان بمثابتة مهرب فعلي من أشد مخاوفنا فكتاً وإرهاقاً..
يا الله كم هو عجيب ومدهش " بو " وكيف يتلاعب بالعقل البشري وينثر الرعب في الأودية السحيقة في النفس ، هذا الرجل يتقن اللعب في عالم الكآبة يدخل من الجيوب الضيقة للظلام يرعب القارئ بسكون لا منتاهي، يغريك بدخول الجو الذي يصنعه في قصصه بإتقان شديد وغرابة، قادمة من عالم آخر شرير ومفزع، كأنها الكوابيس ذاتها..
هذه القصة عجيبة فعلاً وأفزعتني لدرجة كآبتها وواقعيتها وكابوسيتها في آن واحد، في ذلك البيت الطافح بالرعب والغرابة والأناس المصورون بهيئة معتمة، مبهمة، لا تعرف أهي كائنات بشرية أم لا، لا تظهر شخصياته جلية سوى في مشاهد مرتبكة وغارقة في وحل التصميم الأمثل للكابوس، لا يفوتني أبداً مشهد العاصفة والضجيج والرعب والإنهيار الأخير الذي كان بمثابتة مهرب فعلي من أشد مخاوفنا فكتاً وإرهاقاً..
December 29, 2018
One of the creepiest, eeriest haunted house stories I’ve ever read. From the first few lines, a disquieting sense a dread begins to build, and it never lets up. The story has the narrator being summoned to a remote decaying mansion where his childhood friend – the last of a great dynasty, is near death. And just wait until something stalks the mansion’s dark halls in the dead of night. Like HP Lovecraft, Poe’s choice of words brilliantly teases the imagination with its dark terrors.
April 11, 2016
I am not a fan of horror books/stories but this one was interesting.
December 22, 2020
Nadie como Poe es capaz de crear estos ambientes tan opresivos y estos personajes angustiados.
Un cuento fantástico de imprescindible lectura.
No one can create such oppressive environments and anguished characters like Poe.
A fantastic story that must be read.
Un cuento fantástico de imprescindible lectura.
No one can create such oppressive environments and anguished characters like Poe.
A fantastic story that must be read.
July 5, 2020
Δεν μπορώ να περιγράψω με λόγια πόσο απολαυστική ήταν η αναγνωστική εμπειρία της συγκεκριμένης ιστορίας (αλλά και όλων των ιστοριών τρόμου και φαντασίας του)! Κανένα από τα πιο σύγχρονα κινηματογραφικά μέσα που διαθέτουμε δε συναγωνίζεται τη λυρικη γλώσσα του Πόε και τον ασυναγώνιστο τρόπο του να διεισδύει στο νου, να παίζει με την ψυχή και εν τέλει να ασκεί πάνω σου μια γοητεία που καταλήγει σε ένα γλυκό τρόμο, τον οποίο εύχεσαι να μπορούσες να ξεχάσεις ώστε να τον βιώσεις απ'την αρχή!!!
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December 14, 2025Bez oceny, bo nie umiem
August 11, 2021
Flowery sentences shoved the macabre atmosphere of the house of Usher down my throat. The plot, which was interesting, takes the backseat. What was it really about? The decline of a once great family/mansion because the last generation are a couple of self-absorbed pussies who let their minds be hijacked by the darkest forces inside them? Not everything is revealed to us. So let me use my imagination. The brother-sister duo confined themselves to their rooms, reading obscure books and listening to weird music instead of managing the affairs of the house or going out into the world and making a mark. They inevitably turn on each other. That's what I got from the story. I read Joris Karl Huysman's Against Nature last week. The protagonist in the novel confines himself to a house made according to his tastes and dedicates himself to the pursuit of pleasure. But he goes crazy and turns to Christianity. Were the brother-sister duo in The Fall of the House of Usher blighted by acedia? I think so.
July 5, 2025
“There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart - an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime.”
Elegantly written. What Moves the Dead by T. Kingfisher brought me here.
Elegantly written. What Moves the Dead by T. Kingfisher brought me here.
October 27, 2021
One of his better works. The uneasiness and gloom permeate the story until the chilling end.
May 31, 2024
This masterfully written short story combines an eerie, gothic atmosphere with slowly building tension. The narrative, delivered through a nameless protagonist, centers around his visit to the decaying mansion of his childhood friend, Roderick Usher. The story stands out for its intricate descriptions and the foreboding ambiance that permeates the Usher estate, largely from the physical descriptions of the house, which are pivotal in creating a sense of unease. The detailed portrayal of the house's decaying state, both inside and out, mirrors the deteriorating mental and physical condition of its inhabitants, particularly Roderick Usher. This atmospheric buildup is essential in evoking a sense of dread that slowly escalates throughout the story.
Roderick's belief in the sentience of the surrounding vegetation, particularly the fungi growing on the house and the landscape, adds another layer of psychological horror. His conviction that these elements possess a menacing awareness contributes to his escalating madness and the story's overall sense of terror.
A significant part of the narrative involves the narrator's attempts to uplift Roderick's spirits through various activities, including reading together. This leads to a fascinating moment where the events of a story they are reading eerily parallel the real-life occurrences within the Usher house. This mirroring intensifies the story's climax, a symbolic and literal collapse, which underscores the intertwined fates of the Usher family and their ancestral home.
This truly superbly crafted Gothic tale excels in building an atmosphere of creeping dread and unease. From its dark, beautiful prose to its seamless blend of psychological and supernatural horror, this is a classic of the horror genre for good reason!
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Trigger/Content Warnings: death
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Roderick's belief in the sentience of the surrounding vegetation, particularly the fungi growing on the house and the landscape, adds another layer of psychological horror. His conviction that these elements possess a menacing awareness contributes to his escalating madness and the story's overall sense of terror.
A significant part of the narrative involves the narrator's attempts to uplift Roderick's spirits through various activities, including reading together. This leads to a fascinating moment where the events of a story they are reading eerily parallel the real-life occurrences within the Usher house. This mirroring intensifies the story's climax, a symbolic and literal collapse, which underscores the intertwined fates of the Usher family and their ancestral home.
This truly superbly crafted Gothic tale excels in building an atmosphere of creeping dread and unease. From its dark, beautiful prose to its seamless blend of psychological and supernatural horror, this is a classic of the horror genre for good reason!
Watch the Halloween reading vlog here: https://youtu.be/0vphkBXq6zs
Trigger/Content Warnings: death
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August 4, 2022
Maybe the single greatest short horror story that has ever been written. Disclaimer: I haven't read all of the short horror stories that have ever been written throughout the world.
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