Beiträge von Erik R. Andara

    Eine neue Sammlung von Reggie Oliver ist immer ein Grund, glücklich zu sein. Auch wenn ich hoffe, dass sie besser wird als die letzte, die mich als allererste Sammlung von ihm nicht zur Gänze überzeugen konnte (was vielleicht auch einfach an den auschweifenden Theaterthemen lag).


    Zum Inhalt:

    This is the eighth volume of stories by Reggie Oliver to be published by Tartarus Press and marks the fact that we have published over one hundred of his tales. Oliver’s work is notable for its style, wit, humour and depth of characterisation, and also for its profound excursions into the disturbingly bizarre and uncanny. Behind a façade of classical elegance his stories consistently defy convention.

    ‘The Crumblies’ is a haunted house story, but is the house haunted by the dead, or the living? A retired civil servant is tormented by guilt, but is it guilt about a real, or an imagined event? In the title story, why are the inhabitants of a high-class brothel so terrified by a client who just likes to throw jam tarts at them? In these and other mysteries, we are taken to a farmhouse in the Dordogne, a Suffolk ‘Rehab Clinic’, a private island in the Thames, Victorian St John’s Wood, the Edinburgh Festival in 1979, and many other unusual destinations.

    Contents: ‘The Old Man of the Woods’, ‘Coruvorn’, ‘The Wet Woman’, ‘A Maze for the Minotaur’, ‘Shadowy Waters’, ‘A Fragment of Thucydides’, ‘The Crumblies’, ‘Monkey’s’, ‘Collectable’, ‘Via Mortis’, ‘A Cabinet of Curiosities’, ‘The Armies of the Night’, ‘A Tartarean Century: Author’s note’.


    Zum Buch:

    A Maze for the Minotaur by Reggie Oliver is published as a hardback of 340 pages, printed lithographically, with head and tailbands, and d/w. [400] 450 copies.

    ISBN 978-1-912586-33-2

    Signed, limited edition hardback: £40.

    Ebook: £4.99


    Zum Verlag: http://tartaruspress.com/olive…l4N9OgYYO8d-Mf5dy8IS7TXck


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    Das erste Drittel ist genau jene Art von modernem Cosmic Horror, die ich zur Unterhaltung sehr zu schätzen weiß: bildhafte Beschreibungen, dichte Atmosphäre und nachvollziehbare Emotionen/lebendige Figuren. Die Mischung zwischen klassischem Gothic Setting, das trotz allem nicht altvatrisch wirkt, und weiblich emanzipierter Protagonistin ist bis hierher sehr unterhaltsam und leichtgängig zu lesen. Ich hoffe, das bleibt so.


    Zum Inhalt: After receiving a frantic letter from her newly-wed cousin begging for someone to save her from a mysterious doom, Noemí Taboada heads to High Place, a distant house in the Mexican countryside. She’s not sure what she will find—her cousin’s husband, a handsome Englishman, is a stranger, and Noemí knows little about the region.
    Noemí is also an unlikely rescuer: She’s a glamorous debutante, and her chic gowns and perfect red lipstick are more suited for cocktail parties than amateur sleuthing. But she’s also tough and smart, with an indomitable will, and she is not afraid: Not of her cousin’s new husband, who is both menacing and alluring; not of his father, the ancient patriarch who seems to be fascinated by Noemí; and not even of the house itself, which begins to invade Noemí’s dreams with visions of blood and doom.
    Her only ally in this inhospitable abode is the family’s youngest son. Shy and gentle, he seems to want to help Noemí, but might also be hiding dark knowledge of his family’s past. For there are many secrets behind the walls of High Place. The family’s once colossal wealth and faded mining empire kept them from prying eyes, but as Noemí digs deeper she unearths stories of violence and madness.
    And Noemí, mesmerized by the terrifying yet seductive world of High Place, may soon find it impossible to ever leave this enigmatic house behind.


    Zum Buch: Paperback | $17.00
    Published by Del Rey
    Jun 15, 2021 | 352 Pages | 5-1/2 x 8-1/4 | ISBN 9780525620808


    Zum Verlag: https://www.penguinrandomhouse…-by-silvia-moreno-garcia/


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    Ach ja, das war ja alles Voodoo Press und Papierverzierer. Aber bei Luzifer erscheint demnächst ein neuer (über den ich noch nix sagen kann) ... Irgendwas mit Winter und Knochen, weiß gerade nicht und bin unterwegs.

    Falls mir von den älteren was unterkommt, denke ich an Dich.