El ser humano siempre ha sentido un pánico ancestral e infundado hacia lo desconocido. Cualquier cosa que salga de lo que puede controlar y entender como “común”, sea real o irreal, supone un peligro y le confronta, a través de su parte más primigenia, con todo aquello que atente contra su equilibrio personal y perturbe su paz interior. Miedo a los vampiros, miedo a los fantasmas, miedo a razas de otro planetas, miedo a la muerte… Pavor ante todo lo misterioso… ¡Y, sin embargo, también fascinación! Nos encantan los relatos de terror con sucesos paranormales, inexplicables hoy en día mediante la ciencia. Nos atrae sobre manera lo oculto en todas sus variantes. Nos hipnotiza aquello de lo que huimos asustados o nos deja durante noches en vela… Este libro es un homenaje a lo inescrutable, una serie de historias que te dejarán sin aliento, obras maestras como El que susurra en la Oscuridad, de H.P. Lovecraft o Incidente en el Puente de Owl Creek, de Ambrose Bierce, entre otras maravillas.
Caustic wit and a strong sense of horror mark works, including In the Midst of Life (1891-1892) and The Devil's Dictionary (1906), of American writer Ambrose Gwinett Bierce.
People today best know this editorialist, journalist, and fabulist for his short story, An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge and his lexicon.
The informative sardonic view of human nature alongside his vehemence as a critic with his motto, "nothing matters," earned him the nickname "Bitter Bierce."
People knew Bierce despite his reputation as a searing critic, however, to encourage younger poet George Sterling and fiction author W.C. Morrow.
Bierce employed a distinctive style especially in his stories. This style often embraces an abrupt beginning, dark imagery, vague references to time, limited descriptions, the theme of war, and impossible events.
Bierce disappeared in December 1913 at the age of 71 years. People think that he traveled to Mexico to gain a firsthand perspective on ongoing revolution of that country.
Theories abound on a mystery, ultimate fate of Bierce. He in one of his final letters stated: "Good-bye. If you hear of my being stood up against a Mexican stone wall and shot to rags, please know that I think it is a pretty good way to depart this life. It beats old age, disease, or falling down the cellar stairs. To be a Gringo in Mexico--ah, that is euthanasia!"
All my reviews of the short stories are individually in my profile but in general terms the only story I liked was the one by my lord, Lovecraft. everything else left a lot to be desired