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Chargement... The Glassy, Burning Floor of Hell (édition 2021)par Brian Evenson (Auteur)
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Inscrivez-vous à LibraryThing pour découvrir si vous aimerez ce livre Actuellement, il n'y a pas de discussions au sujet de ce livre. FYI Review - This collection contains the following short stories: -Leg -In Dreams -Myling Kommer -Come Up -Palisade -Curator -To Breathe the Air -The Barrow-Men -The Shimmering Wall -Grauer in the Snow -Justle -The Devil's Hand -Nameless Citizen -The Coldness of His Eye -Daylight Come -Elo Havel -His Haunting -Haver -The Extrication -A Bad Patch -Hospice -The Glassy, Burning Floor of Hell aucune critique | ajouter une critique
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"'Here is how monstrous humans are.' A sentient, murderous prosthetic leg; shadowy creatures lurking behind a shimmering wall; brutal barrow men-of all the terrors that populate The Glassy, Burning Floor of Hell, perhaps the most alarming are the beings who decimated the habitable Earth: humans. In this new short story collection, Brian Evenson envisions a chilling future beyond the Anthropocene that forces excruciating decisions about survival and self-sacrifice in the face of toxic air and a natural world torn between revenge and regeneration. Combining psychological and ecological horror, each tale thrums with Evenson's award-winning literary craftsmanship, dark humor, and thrilling suspense"-- Aucune description trouvée dans une bibliothèque |
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I got a bit of a foretaste of the unease Author Evenson had in store for me when I kept thinking I should know that title, such a resonant phrase and so elegantly crafted! Is it a quote? A line from some famous poem by Milton, or permaybehaps Swinburne...turns out the author attributes it to Marguerite Young from Miss Mackintosh, My Darling! That monster hasn't been mined as thoroughly for titles as I'd've expected. I don't have any notion of where in the book it occurs, nor does he vouchsafe the information, but the sense of that exact phrase *belonging* somewhere has been answered and laid to rest. Unlike, it must be said, the science-fictional treatments of Otherness, the spooky treatments of cruelty and neglect, and the other many-sided polygons of storytelling he gets up to here. I agree that the planet's had it with us, and can even understand the more, um, arcane ways Author Evenson's come up with for it to shuffle us off. But they are as one expects from him: Unsettling, open-ended, and prettily told even when they aren't at all pretty. ( )