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Edgar Allan Poe's San Francisco: Terror Tales of the City Review

Edgar Allan Poe's San Francisco: Terror Tales of the City
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Mr. Corvino, Jr. is an author that obviously knows his material well. Drawing from an impressive catalog of Edgar A. Poe-inspired madness, he pulls us into a nightmare of insanity within a world of remarkable detail. The disorienting Mesmeric adventures of the protagonist lead the reader through a macabre series of dance-steps ending in a dizzying crescendo with a corkscrew-twist!
The author "out Herod's Herod" as they say, piling perversity upon perversity in a compelling tale that is an homage to Mr. Poe, but made this reader think of Hitchcock along the way.
As an avid reader of Poe, it was fun to see how Mr. Corvino, Jr. imaginatively blended the original source material into an alchemical concoction of his own. It's also a pleasure to witness such inspired creativity sprout from literary seeds planted so long ago.



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The gentleman from San Francisco, and other stories Review

The gentleman from San Francisco, and other stories
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No wonder he won the Nobel Prize! Four hauntingly magnificent short stories, all but the third with death as the end. Or maybe not the end, but the raison d'etre of the story. "The Gentleman from San Francisco" almost half the book, translated rather badly, I suspect, in the version I read, by D. H. Lawrence; "Gentle Breathing", an incredibly subtle story; "Kasimir Stanislavatch", and "Son". In each, he takes the human tragedy and contrasts it with beautiful nature. His detail is remarkable. The stories are all short, plots not intricate or even eventful, but he manages to make each one simply live and breathe and have being. It rather reminds me of all Russian writers; they're all so tragic. What is it about being a Russian? And nobody remembers him as they do Chekhov, or Tolstoy. I wonder why. Perhaps his volume of writing was not large enough.

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