Izlasē ar vairākiem pirmpublicējumiem latviešu valodā – "Marijas Rožē noslēpums", "Hipnotiskā atklāsme", "Nejaušību eņģelis", "Tu tas biji!" un "Doktora Darvē un profesora Zpalvē sistēma" – apkopoti amerikāņu rakstnieka Edgara Alana Po spilgtākie gotisko šausmu stāsti, zinātniskā fantastika, detektīvstasti un humoristiskā īsproza. Edgars Alans Po ir slavens ar šausmu stāstiem jeb, kā rakstnieks pats tos sauca – arabeskām, pretstatā groteskām – humoristiskām satīrām. Līdzīgi kā stāstos "Berenika", "Nodevīgā sirds", "Melnais kaķis" metafiziskas šausmas un cilvēka psihes noslēpumainās izpausmes sastopamas arī stāstā "Tu tas biji!". Stāsts ’"Marijas Rožē noslēpums" ir "Slepkavība Morgielā" turpinājums. Edgars Alans Po tiek uzskatīts par detektīva izgudrotāju. "Slepkavība Morgielā" nav literatūras vēsturē pirmais stāsts par slepkavību, taču pirmoreiz uzsvars likts nevis uz darbību, bet prāta analīzi. Tā galvenais varonis, ekscentriskais izmeklētājs un analītiķis Ogists Dipēns kļūst par prototipu gan Artura Konana Doila Šerlokam Holmsam, gan Agatas Kristi Erkilam Puaro. Edgara Alana Po bagātīgā iztēle un plašās zināšanas radīja arī zinātniskās fantastikas žanru. Piesakot sevi kā vispusēju teorētiķi un pareģi nākamajam zinātnes un tehnikas laikmetam, rakstnieks rada stāstus par galvanismu, hipnozi, mirušo augšāmcelšanos un ceļošanu laikā, pie kuriem pieder stāsts "Hipnotiskā atklāsme". Edgara Alana Po humorista un satīriķa spilgto talantu apliecina stāsti "Nejaušību eņģelis" un "Doktora Darvē un profesora Zpalvē sistēma".
The 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.
"In the morning I had been reading Glover's 'Leonidas,' Wilkie's 'Epigoniad,' Lamartine's 'Pilgrimage,' Barlow's 'Columbiad,' Tuckerman's 'Sicily,' and Griswold's 'Curiosities'; I am willing to confess, therefore, that I now felt a little stupid. I made effort to arouse myself by aid of frequent Lafitte..."
"...reading it from beginning to end without understanding a syllable, conceived the possibility of its being Chinese, and so re-read it from the end to the beginning, but with no more satisfactory result."
"when this hog...which hitherto had been slumbering in the mud, took it suddenly into his head that his left shoulder needed scratching, and could find no more convenient rubbing-post than that afforded by the foot of the ladder. In an instant I was precipitated and had the misfortune to fracture my arm."
Indeed, that they are. Across Poe’s body of work he concocts all manner of strange ends for his characters. Some are driven mad (well quite a few are actually), some commit suicide and some are haunted to an early grave because of gruesome happenings. But that’s all pretty standard stuff for Poe. What’s unusual about this tale when set against the rest of Poe’s writing is its whimsical humour. Poe isn’t funny, at least, in my experience of reading his works. Yet here this is.
I’ve been trying to gain a wider perspective of him these last few days, mainly by reading some of his less popular stories, and arguably, the less successful ones. In this one the narrator encounters a strange creature, more bizarre than macabre, as the Angel of the Odd makes for an unusual figure. Unlike typical angels who fly with grace and majesty, this angel is fat and compared to Shakespeare’s bumbling poor old’ Jack Fallstaff. He is drunk and speaks in slurps and nonsense; his presence only serves to create mischief for those around him. He even intervenes when the narrator tries to kill himself.
So this is an odd story for me. The darkness that seeps into Poe’s most frightening of tones is simply not here and this is what Poe does best, so when he doesn’t do it his writing is lesser in comparison. However, this was entertaining to read, and funny at points, it just didn’t feel like Poe: it’s an unusual one. After reading through Dickinson’s poetry once again last week, I had to revisit Poe. But I think this was a very bad one to pick out. That being said though, it has given me a hankering to go and read some Shakespeare, and that is never a bad thing.
I'm almost though Poe's complete works. I’m looking forward to doing a complete review of them!
Relato corto. Un hombre está tranquilamente sentado en su casa leyendo el periódico y ve una noticia inusual y piensa que es imposible. Al momento, aparece una figura extraña y el señor empieza a vivir una aventura estrambótica. Típica historia de Poe que parece más un sueño o un delirio de alcohol.
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Short story. A man is sitting quietly at home reading the newspaper and sees an unusual news article and thinks it is impossible. At that moment, a strange figure appears and the man begins to live a bizarre adventure. A typical Poe story that seems more like a dream or a delirium of alcohol.
An interesting story of a visit from an “angel”. I could see the humor coming through, though I still stand by the statement that I prefer Poe’s horror to his humor/satire.
Edgar Allan Poe...Brilliant. Creative. Tormented. ...Funny? Yep. In this short story Poe's character finds himself alone at dinner with his aperitif, but not for long. Soon come uh bizitor wit de stran talk do keepz him de kompany. What happens next is folly and fun with that trademark Poe edge.
A quirky silly tale of Poe's version of Murphy's law which is an adage that is typically stated as: "Anything that can go wrong will go wrong".
"This tale appears to be Poe's satire on the philosophy on human perfectibility. The story was highly popular when it first appeared because of the strong public interest in spiritualism and the spiritual manifestations of the time." Sova, Dawn B. (2001). Edgar Allan Poe, A to Z : the essential reference to his life and work. New York: Checkmark Books. (11)
"The narrator of this story is the chief antagonist. Responding to an apparently absurd story in a newspaper, [he] complains about the contemptible hoaxing perpetrated mostly for the sake of providing interesting reading material. By asserting 'to believe nothing henceforward that has anything of the ’singular’ about it,' he earns the unwanted attention, and wrath, of the title character, [Angel of the Odd] and thus endures a series of 'singular' events until he repents. The chief protagonist of this story, [is] this angel [who] speaks with a humorous German accent, and is suitably made up of various bizarre items, all of which are, essentially, containers for alcoholic drink. His body is a rum cask. His arms are long wine bottles (with the necks facing out to serve as hands), and his legs are kegs. His head is a Hessian canteen, with a funnel on top, like a hat. Whether he is real or merely a figment of the narrator's imagination (or drunken hallucination) is uncertain, although the narrator clearly thinks that he is real." https://www.eapoe.org/works/info/pt05...
Not a fan, unfortunately. It was entertaining and made me laugh, but it was too ridiculous for me. That probably makes me sound stuffy, but I don't mean it like that. I just struggled to get past the Angel's German accent that wasn't all that accurate to how German people sound (in my opinion) and the way the narrator was so freaking matter-of-fact about all of these insane events and his reactions. I mean, he just says, in the most unfeeling and straightforward way, "So after all this, I decided to commit suicide. I mean, why not?" And he was like that about everything, which just highlighted how completely absurd this story was.
Looks like I'm more of a fan of Poe's horror than his comedy.
I loved how bizarre this story was. Poe isn't known for humor. That's not necessarily his bag, but he pulls off the satire here with aplomb. No, it shouldn't be taken seriously. Yes, nothing makes sense. And I thought it was hilarious. It's supposed to be ridiculous. That's the point. And to that end, it succeeds wonderfully.
Unlike many of Poe’s other works, this story isn’t steeped in horror or dread. Instead, I found it surprisingly humorous.
The tale follows a man who, one evening, comes across a report of someone dying in an unusual manner. Dismissing it as a hoax, he loudly voices his disbelief, only to be confronted by a barrel-shaped creature with bottles for limbs, who introduces himself as the “Angel of the Odd.” The angel insists that he is responsible for all bizarre and improbable events, but the man, assuming he’s simply drunk, brushes it off and goes about his life.
From that moment on, however, everything that can possibly go wrong does, gradually forcing the man to reconsider the angel’s claim.
I found this story witty, clever, and thoroughly entertaining. It’s a refreshing departure from Poe’s darker tales, and I genuinely enjoyed reading it.
The story starts with a 'odd accident' which isn't thought to be anything of a 'singular by the narrator. The way Poe had described the way a man died by swallowing a needle was so horrific that I was hallucinating feeling a sharp pain in my throat at 10 AM. Angel of the Odd has mesmerizing looks (at least for a drunk!) And then the fun begins...
The strange thing about this short story was the surprising use of humor which is quite unusual from Poe. It is believed the unusual dialect spoken by Angel of the Odd was never spoken in the globe in 1844 (as per Poe's biographer Arthur Hobson Quinn.)
#ccbookreviews Finished: 01.08.2018 Genre: short story Rating: B Conclusion: I've started reading one of my Classic Club books: The Complete Short Stories by E.A. Poe. (29) I want to extend my stay with Poe whose genius is ...unquestionable. These stories need to be read, digested and reviewed ...one at a time. It will take many weeks to finish this book on my morning walks...a story a day!
Pequeño relato de Poe, con mucho sarcasmo en vez de tinieblas sigue su línea de hacer pagar a los incrédulos y a los arrogantes sus excesos. La muerte nunca perdona.
I've read a bit of Poe's work, and was somewhat surprised at this one. All of his hallmarks were there, yet it had an unfamiliar mood of tranquility. Despite the plight of not only his 'Odd' uninvited guest, as well as his sporadic lucidity during his fitful, liquor induced sleep, to me, there remained a sense of calm. It was as if this German, supernatural Liquor man was chastising him as a parent would a child. He cared for his hostage. This "angel" being wingless and hostile is, in my opinion, masking him, as no one believed in him anyway he was no better than a animal. Adolf the liquor angel only wanted validation; nullify all strange "coincidences" and happenstance of death. Afterward, casually clink and clank about his business of lending a shoving hand to the couple stuck at the top of the ferris wheel and other inexplicably unlikely varieties of death. I'm now going to read some educated interpretations. I like my own, but it's fun to see how far off I am.
"El ángel de lo estrambótico" es un cuento que oscila entre los delirios del opio, la locura y la borrachera, o sea, tres cosas que Poe sufría (opio, borrachera) o de las que sabía mucho (locura). El narrador alucina que ve un extraño hombrecillo luego de ingerir suficiente vino para caer en una situación onírica. El relato es una verdadera construcción absurda que sólo puede responder a un "mal sueño" proveniente de la ingesta del vino, algo que a Po lo afectaba enormemente, pues podía tomar un sólo vaso para emborracharse completamente.
What a delightful reading experience this was. I found this story quite enjoyable,not at all dull and boring as so much of Poe's short stories are. This one had me from the first few words but then again I do dwell best in the strange and unusual. I thought I had figured out the outcome while on the first page. Soon to find to my surprise a twist( something Poe rarely does) and this was very welcomed and something if he were writing today that I would insist he do more often. And it's because of this little twist and the subject matter in general that give this story a four star review. Job well done Mr. Poe.
Una tarde fría de noviembre un hombre se encuentra disfrutando de la placidez de su día hasta que frente a él se presenta un ser antropomórfico hecho de botellas de licor alegando ser El Ángel de Lo Estrambótico, figura que en el relato representa los contratemps, el imprevisto, el accidente. El hombre no da crédito a lo que ven sus ojos pero la verdad se le presenta innegable. Enfrentará una serie de eventos desafortunados y se dará cuenta que la vida no es tan perfecta y predecible como él creía.
A silly little imaginative folly ostensibly inspired by newspaper articles dealing with remarkable or odd accidents. Despite the obviously forced subject matter, I found Poe's humor rather charming and pithy here.
I want to give it four just because it's Poe and I love Poe, but honestly, I found this story more weird than anything else. In fact, I'm wondering if I need to read it again because since it IS Poe, I'm wondering if I missed something big in it.