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Sign up for LibraryThing to find out whether you'll like this book. No current Talk conversations about this book. Italy's master spinner of the wildly inventive, the incomparable Italo Calvino, includes twenty-six of his favorite imaginary tales in this excellent collection. And since each tale is worthy of its own review, I have chosen one of my personal favorites: The Holes in the Mask by French fin-de-siècle decadent writer Jean Lorrain (1855-1906). Below is a brief synopsis of Lorrain’s six-page gem along with my observations on how his tale relates to several themes of decadent literature: During a night of carnival, bedecked in his domino cloak, velvet mask, satin beard, silk stockings and dancing shoes, our 1st person narrator watches two long white candles burn in his bachelor apartment as he awaits the arrival of his friend, De Jacquels. No sooner does De Jacquels arrive, similarly dressed, then both men are off, traveling through the dark streets of Paris in a horse-drawn carriage. The two friends arrive at a strange high ceilinged hall with a well-stocked wine and liquor bar and De Jacquels tells him to remain silent, since to speak would reveal their identities, which would mean trouble. The hall is filled with men and women dressed in bizarre costumes and wearing masks, some of the masks truly ghastly. De Jacquels drags him back to a door closed off by a red curtain. ‘Entrance to the Dance’ is written above the door and a policeman stands guard, a policeman, the narrator realizes with horror and disgust when he touches one of his hand, made of wax. Once inside, the narrator finds more strangeness: this room is really an abandoned church and none of the maskers are dancing nor is there an orchestra. After hours of roaming the hall, the narrator sees even more strangeness as he scrutinizes the maskers. We read, “There they remained, mute, motionless, as if withdrawn into mystery under long monk’s cowls . . . Now there were no more dominoes, no silk blouses, no Columbines, no Pierrots, no grotesque disguises. But all those masked people were alike, swathed in the same green suit, a discolored green rather like gold sulfite, with capacious black sleeves, and all in dark green hoods with two holes for their eyes in their silver cowls in the hollow of the cape.” Feeling himself enveloped by the supernatural, at the point where he can no longer endure their silence, the narrator flings back the cloth covering the face of one of the maskers – and horror of horrors – there is nothing under the cloth! He uncovers another masker’s head – again nothing. Then he sees all hoods removed --- all are shadow and nothingness! He stands in front of a mirror and, seized with terror, removes his own mask. He lets out a loud shriek -- nothing is underneath -- he is dead. At this point in the story the narrator hears the voice of De Jacquel grumbling at him for drinking either again. Indeed he has. For he is lying on the floor of his apartment underneath his two white candles. I don’t know about you, but for me this is one gripping, fascinating, unforgettable story. Again, here is my take on how this tale relates to four decadent themes: Artificial Reality The masked ball of this tale shares the same psychic and literary space as the sculptor’s studio, opera house, artist’s salon, theater, opium den and other interior and urban spaces used as setting for decadent tales. These fin-de-siècle decadent French authors had none of all that greenery and freshness of the great outdoors we find in such writers as Wordsworth or Thoreau. Decay, the Bizarre and the Grotesque Rotting corpses, aging flesh, serving meals with food exclusively the color black, encrusting the shell of a live tortoise with rare stones, focusing on degradation and torture – all contained within the pages of the decadents. Thus, in the same wicked spirit, we have Lorrain’s tale featuring velvet masks, satin beards, a wax manikin and ghastly, grotesque maskers beyond a red curtain. Death and the experience of terror The rationalist philosopher Rene Descartes famously stated, “I think, therefore I am.” By way of this and many other tales and novels, Jean Lorrain counters with, “I’m terrified, therefore I am.”, which is very much in keeping with the Lorrain epigraph, “The charm of horror only tempts the strong.” Indeed, terror is an ongoing theme for not only Jean Lorrain but other decadent writers, such as Octave Mirbeau, Joris-Karl Huysmans and Gabriel de Lautrec. Altered states of consciousness Similar to the tale’s narrator, Jean Lorrain was openly a drinker of either, which was very much in keeping with the decadent’s experimenting with hashish and opium. If you want to experience ‘unnatural states’ and distance yourself as far as possible from social positivism, scientific rationalism , historic ‘progress’ and respectable bourgeois society (what today we call the middle-class), what better way to do so than powerful drugs and stimulants? Or, if that doesn’t work, then defy society’s conventional morals by being openly gay, as was Jean Lorrain. Italy's master spinner of the wildly inventive, the incomparable Italo Calvino, includes twenty-six of his favorite imaginary tales in this excellent collection. And since each tale is worthy of its own review, I have chosen one of my personal favorites: The Holes in the Mask by French fin-de-siècle decadent writer Jean Lorrain (1855-1906). Below is a brief synopsis of Lorrain’s six-page gem along with my observations on how his tale relates to several themes of decadent literature: During a night of carnival, bedecked in his domino cloak, velvet mask, satin beard, silk stockings and dancing shoes, our 1st person narrator watches two long white candles burn in his bachelor apartment as he awaits the arrival of his friend, De Jacquels. No sooner does De Jacquels arrive, similarly dressed, then both men are off, traveling through the dark streets of Paris in a horse-drawn carriage. The two friends arrive at a strange high ceilinged hall with a well-stocked wine and liquor bar and De Jacquels tells him to remain silent, since to speak would reveal their identities, which would mean trouble. The hall is filled with men and women dressed in bizarre costumes and wearing masks, some of the masks truly ghastly. De Jacquels drags him back to a door closed off by a red curtain. ‘Entrance to the Dance’ is written above the door and a policeman stands guard, a policeman, the narrator realizes with horror and disgust when he touches one of his hand, made of wax. Once inside, the narrator finds more strangeness: this room is really an abandoned church and none of the maskers are dancing nor is there an orchestra. After hours of roaming the hall, the narrator sees even more strangeness as he scrutinizes the maskers. We read, “There they remained, mute, motionless, as if withdrawn into mystery under long monk’s cowls . . . Now there were no more dominoes, no silk blouses, no Columbines, no Pierrots, no grotesque disguises. But all those masked people were alike, swathed in the same green suit, a discolored green rather like gold sulfite, with capacious black sleeves, and all in dark green hoods with two holes for their eyes in their silver cowls in the hollow of the cape.” Feeling himself enveloped by the supernatural, at the point where he can no longer endure their silence, the narrator flings back the cloth covering the face of one of the maskers – and horror of horrors – there is nothing under the cloth! He uncovers another masker’s head – again nothing. Then he sees all hoods removed --- all are shadow and nothingness! He stands in front of a mirror and, seized with terror, removes his own mask. He lets out a loud shriek -- nothing is underneath -- he is dead. At this point in the story the narrator hears the voice of De Jacquel grumbling at him for drinking either again. Indeed he has. For he is lying on the floor of his apartment underneath his two white candles. I don’t know about you, but for me this is one gripping, fascinating, unforgettable story. Again, here is my take on how this tale relates to four decadent themes: Artificial Reality The masked ball of this tale shares the same psychic and literary space as the sculptor’s studio, opera house, artist’s salon, theater, opium den and other interior and urban spaces used as setting for decadent tales. These fin-de-siècle decadent French authors had none of all that greenery and freshness of the great outdoors we find in such writers as Wordsworth or Thoreau. Decay, the Bizarre and the Grotesque Rotting corpses, aging flesh, serving meals with food exclusively the color black, encrusting the shell of a live tortoise with rare stones, focusing on degradation and torture – all contained within the pages of the decadents. Thus, in the same wicked spirit, we have Lorrain’s tale featuring velvet masks, satin beards, a wax manikin and ghastly, grotesque maskers beyond a red curtain. Death and the experience of terror The rationalist philosopher Rene Descartes famously stated, “I think, therefore I am.” By way of this and many other tales and novels, Jean Lorrain counters with, “I’m terrified, therefore I am.”, which is very much in keeping with the Lorrain epigraph, “The charm of horror only tempts the strong.” Indeed, terror is an ongoing theme for not only Jean Lorrain but other decadent writers, such as Octave Mirbeau, Joris-Karl Huysmans and Gabriel de Lautrec. Altered states of consciousness Similar to the tale’s narrator, Jean Lorrain was openly a drinker of either, which was very much in keeping with the decadent’s experimenting with hashish and opium. If you want to experience ‘unnatural states’ and distance yourself as far as possible from social positivism, scientific rationalism , historic ‘progress’ and respectable bourgeois society (what today we call the middle-class), what better way to do so than powerful drugs and stimulants? Or, if that doesn’t work, then defy society’s conventional morals by being openly gay, as was Jean Lorrain. Who is Italo Calvino? Who cares? I won this book for free. It was gave for free by government (national campaim, maybe?), i just refuse on streets, later my girl put it on my book treasures. T(f)h(u)a(c)n(k)k missis. Love(you). Gogol , Balzac and many many others authors whom wrote tales of Calvino preferences. no reviews | add a review
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With this posthumously published anthology--a successor to his bestselling Italian Folktales--Italo Calvino, a contemporary surveyor of the otherwordly, pays homage to twenty-six of his nineteenth-century precursors. The resulting volume is both an education in the history of fantastic literature and a rollercoaster ride of wonder and terror, vampires, ghosts, and the rebellious creatures of our own psyches. Selections include: E.T.A. Hoffmann--"The Sandman" Gérard de Nerval--"the Enchanted Hand" Nikolai Gogol--"The Nose" Edgar Allan Poe--"The Tell-Tale Heart" Hans Christian Andersen--"The Shadow" Ambrose Bierce--"Chickamauga" Robert Louis Stevenson--"The Bottle Imp" Henry James--"The Friends of the Friends" H.G. Wells--"The Country of the Blind" Comprising stories of the supernatural and narratives of the everyday uncanny, Fantastic Tales is a gallery of enchantments, deliciously entertaining yet more disturbing than our most persistent nightmares. No library descriptions found.
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