The book selects 25 representative works of Edgar Allan Poe, covering his masterpieces in the fields of thrillers, detective novels, science fiction and humorous satirical novels, including the familiar ones such as "The Murders in the Rue Morgue", "The Black Cat", "The Golden Beetle", "The Tell-Tale Heart", "Manuscript in a Bottle", "Spectacles", "The Rise and Fall of the Moscone Whirlpool", and "A Barrel of Monterey White Wine", etc. It is translated by Cao Minglun, an expert on Poe's works. In addition, the book uses 11 illustrations created by Irish painter Harry Clark based on the works of Edgar Allan Poe, bringing readers a unique and graphic reading experience.
"The Raven" is a widely circulated poem by Edgar Allan Poe. This book is named after the poem. The raven on the book cover is an illustration created by the French Impressionist painter Manet for this poem, which further highlights the melancholy beauty of disillusionment and mourning in Poe's works, as well as his unique dark style.
Reader comments
I've read half of this, and every story is so meaningful. I bought the physical book at Zhongshuge in Beijing before, but I didn't get it back from Beijing. I didn't expect it to be on the tomato! ! ! 👀The one that impressed me particularly deeply was the one in "The Black Cat": I killed my wife. In fact, I wanted to kill my cat. My soul was not under my control. It rushed out of my body screaming. It seemed to have two sides. It may have tortured me, but it was clearly the damn beast who told people about my sins and sent me to the executioner.
People always like to explore endlessly various truths in a book.
I wanted to sit at the same table as Luo Jia from Crime and Punishment. They both like to hammer nails into readers' heads, which made me wonder if it was me who had the fever. Read it, take your time, read it.
People in the crowd, like doomsday singers, aimless trackers and those chasing illusions, are getting old, hiding, returning to the crowd, afraid of loneliness, how insecure this person is.
Murders in the Rue Morgue and The Scarab, I read Sherlock Holmes first. I still feel that Poe cannot be surpassed. He is too meticulous, and those who come after him will be discouraged from choosing to imitate because of their shame.
The Black Cat and Monterey White Wine realized that Poe was probably not a good person. The combination of violent methods and delicate and sensitive nerves gave birth to the existence of a duo like William Wilson. Moral kindness and evil intentions. Killing either party is no longer complete, it is equivalent to killing oneself.
A leaky heart, no matter how good a criminal is, he will hate why the world cannot see his feats!
Reading the outline of his life and appreciating his works is like touching a trembling soul, suffering from pain, but all his descriptions of whirlpools are so dangerous and charming. It makes me want to go to sea. Sometimes I am really like a person on the edge of a cliff, knowingly drinking poison to quench his thirst or sinking.
I've read half of this, and every story is so meaningful. I bought the physical book at Zhongshuge in Beijing before, but I didn't get it back from Beijing. I didn't expect it to be on the tomato! ! ! 👀The one that impressed me particularly deeply was the one in "The Black Cat": I killed my wife. In fact, I wanted to kill my cat. My soul was not under my control. It rushed out of my body screaming. It seemed to have two sides. It may have tortured me, but it was clearly the damn beast who told people about my sins and sent me to the executioner. People always like to explore endlessly various truths in a book.
I wanted to sit at the same table as Luo Jia from Crime and Punishment. They both like to hammer nails into readers' heads, which made me wonder if it was me who had the fever. Read it, take your time, read it. People in the crowd, like doomsday singers, aimless trackers and those chasing illusions, are getting old, hiding, returning to the crowd, afraid of loneliness, how insecure this person is. Murders in the Rue Morgue and The Scarab, I read Sherlock Holmes first. I still feel that Poe cannot be surpassed. He is too meticulous, and those who come after him will be discouraged from choosing to imitate because of their shame. The Black Cat and Monterey White Wine realized that Poe was probably not a good person. The combination of violent methods and delicate and sensitive nerves gave birth to the existence of a duo like William Wilson. Moral kindness and evil intentions. Killing either party is no longer complete, it is equivalent to killing oneself. A leaky heart, no matter how good a criminal is, he will hate why the world cannot see his feats! Reading the outline of his life and appreciating his works is like touching a trembling soul, suffering from pain, but all his descriptions of whirlpools are so dangerous and charming. It makes me want to go to sea. Sometimes I am really like a person on the edge of a cliff, knowingly drinking poison to quench his thirst or sinking.
Good, good, good, good