Nach der Trennung von Poe bleibt Leonie Goron ein paar Tage in der Stadt Rattelburgh. Schon in der ersten Nacht schreckt sie hoch: ein blutüberströmtes Pferd galoppiert herrenlos durch die Straße. Aber wo ist der Reiter? Ein junger Mann wird unter Mordanklage gestellt. Aber noch immer hat man keinen Leichnam gefunden ... (amazon.de)
The name Poe brings to mind images of murderers and madmen, premature burials, and mysterious women who return from the dead. His works have been in print since 1827 and include such literary classics as The Tell-Tale Heart, The Raven, and The Fall of the House of Usher. This versatile writer’s oeuvre includes short stories, poetry, a novel, a textbook, a book of scientific theory, and hundreds of essays and book reviews. He is widely acknowledged as the inventor of the modern detective story and an innovator in the science fiction genre, but he made his living as America’s first great literary critic and theoretician. Poe’s reputation today rests primarily on his tales of terror as well as on his haunting lyric poetry.
Just as the bizarre characters in Poe’s stories have captured the public imagination so too has Poe himself. He is seen as a morbid, mysterious figure lurking in the shadows of moonlit cemeteries or crumbling castles. This is the Poe of legend. But much of what we know about Poe is wrong, the product of a biography written by one of his enemies in an attempt to defame the author’s name.
The real Poe was born to traveling actors in Boston on January 19, 1809. Edgar was the second of three children. His other brother William Henry Leonard Poe would also become a poet before his early death, and Poe’s sister Rosalie Poe would grow up to teach penmanship at a Richmond girls’ school. Within three years of Poe’s birth both of his parents had died, and he was taken in by the wealthy tobacco merchant John Allan and his wife Frances Valentine Allan in Richmond, Virginia while Poe’s siblings went to live with other families. Mr. Allan would rear Poe to be a businessman and a Virginia gentleman, but Poe had dreams of being a writer in emulation of his childhood hero the British poet Lord Byron. Early poetic verses found written in a young Poe’s handwriting on the backs of Allan’s ledger sheets reveal how little interest Poe had in the tobacco business.
قصة بوليسية قصيرة لأدجار آلان بو الذي يتميز بكتابات الرعب والغموض في البداية لا أفهم سر الاصرار على نشر كتاب لا يحتوى سوى قصة واضحة .. القصة نفسها مليئة بالثغرات؛ فنحن لم نعرف من هو الراوي الذي تدخل لحل القضية، وكيف يثق الجميع إلى تلك الدرجة بشخص لم يأت لقريتهم سوى من 6 أشهر فقط دون تاريخ معروف، وكيف تمكن من الحصول على مقتنيات الشاب لاتهامه لاحقا، والمصادفة الغريبة بدعوة أهل القرية إلى شرب الخمر حتى تتكلم الجثة أمام الجميع
Un señor rico ha sido asesinado de manera misteriosa. De pronto, empiezan a surgir pruebas que acusan, sin ninguna duda, al sobrino, que es el heredero. El narrador, del cual no sabemos el nombre, en cambio, no tiene el caso tan claro. Relato detectivesco de Poe donde todo apunta en una dirección, pero algo no está tan claro como en apariencia parece.
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A rich man has been murdered in a mysterious way. Suddenly, evidence begins to emerge that accuses, without any doubt, the nephew, who is the heir. The narrator, whose name we do not know, on the other hand, is not so clear about the case. Poe's detective story where everything points in one direction, but something is not as clear as it seems on the surface.
كان كتابا لطيفا ، يدعم فكرة ، ان لا تولي ثقتك لاي شخص ، بسبب لطفه الظاهر . رغم انني لا احب الروايات البوليسية ، لكنها كانت مختصرة ، اوصل الكاتب بسلاسة ، المراد من هذه القصة .
Emily Bronte, who was a fan probably more of Poe than King David, quotes this title/phrase in Wuthering Heights, so I had to give it a read. I swear, everything I read lately leads to something else I have to read. Anyhow, this is a lovely detective story with a nice, macabre Poe-esque twist at the end. Even if you see it coming, the ending does still have a surprise for you, and it's highly entertaining. I might have to add this phrase into my quote repotoire ... in a nice, raspy, creepy voice: "Thou art the man."
Los cuentos de Poe que giran alrededor de la venganza como causa y consecuencia siempre son geniales. Este es un caso, con el aliciente de que es uno de los menos conocidos de su prolífica obra maestra en el arte de narrar cuentos cortos con efecto sorpresa en las líneas finales. "Tú eres el hombre" enfoca la historia en una investigación de índole policial para descubrir la extraña desaparición de Mr. Shuttleworthy y de la intensa búsqueda de su amigo, el «viejo Charley Goodfellow». Todo indica que el sobrino de Mr. Shuttleworthy, Mr. Pennifeather es el culpable, pero nadie sabe que entre estos tres personajes se esconde una venganza. Junto con "El tonel de amontillado" y "Hop-Frog", este cuento es lo más refinado de Poe en lo que a la tematica de la venganza se puede leer en su obra.
Nişte pagini care, pe lângă faptul că m-au făcut să uit cu desăvârşire de "realitate", au trezit în mine spiritul de detectiv. O chestiune interesantă: deşi am fost extrem de atent astfel încât să pot anticipa crima şi făptaşul ei, am rămas buimăcit la aflarea verdictului dat de narator.
With THOU ART THE MAN, I finish my exploration of the five mystery stories written by Edgar Allan Poe. Like THE GOLD BUG, this one doesn’t really feel like a mystery story. Yes, a wealthy man disappears and there is evidence found of a brutal killing. However, it reads more like one of Poe’s “horror fables” with tongue firmly in cheek. There is one “shocking” moment, such as one might find in a story told around a campfire.
Unlike a standard mystery story, the identity of the murderer is extremely obvious. (Indeed, unless a brand new character would be introduced late in the tale, it could be no other.) Also, the investigation is not the focus at all. In fact, other than a search, there really isn’t an investigation. Instead, the narrator mentions how observed behavior led to a suspicion resulting in the gruesome “shock” moment in the hope of sparking a confession. On the plus side, like THE PURLOINED LETTER, this is a very brief story easily read in one sitting.
Although it seems to be generally acknowledged that Poe wrote five mystery stories, to my mind he only wrote three … the C. Auguste Dupin “detection” ones. This one and THE GOLD BUG have mystery elements, but I see the latter as more of an adventure and THOU ART THE MAN as a chilling thriller.
Pues... pese al inicio, me ha gustado mucho mucho.
Me he pasado gran parte del relato pensando "¿pero es que no lo veis, sí es muy obvio que ha sido él? Ciegos... estáis ciegos..." Y, la verdad, se veía venir de lejos (conociendo a Poe) lo que iba a pasar con el vino. Pero lo que no esperaba fue que todo fuera obra del narrador.
Lo dicho, ha tenido un final que me ha gustado porque ha sido de lo más satisfactorio. Y sí a eso le sumamos la prosa de Poe... 4 estrellas sobre 5.
Thou Art the Man is another quick read from Poe, perfect for passing a wee bit of time. Although this was probably the most predictable of the Poe stories I have read, it was enjoyable enough.
With Thou Art the Man, we have a story of murder. It’s not a murder mystery, though. Rather, it’s a case of showing someone getting their comeuppance. You know from early on what is going to happen, things are clear from the start, but it is enjoyable to watch the way everything comes together.
كل ما أريد قوله هو "إتقي شر من أحسنت اليه". ذات مرة قال لي والدي أن لا اثق في أي شخص ولا أدخله بيتي إلا عند التأكد من مصداقيته. هنا نرى الغني قد ادخل الفقير الى بيته (ولوا ان ما جرى ليس له علاقة بالغنى والفقر بل بجشع الإنسان) وماذا حدث؟ الفقير يقتل الغني ويحاول اثبات ان القاتل هو إبن الاخ.
This is a detective story, but it isn't about solving a mystery, it's about exposing a murderer and clearing an innocent man.
I really, really like that Poe's heroes are like the villains in other stories. Not that all of them are bad, (although some of them definitely are) but in the way they solve problems.
They're thinkers. They look a little deeper at a situation than the other characters. They're crafty and they plan. And best of all they don't make outright accusations; they set a traps. In this case, the degree of showmanship was really delightful, I liked it!
Perfectly entertaining but far from mind-bending murder tale. It works on the reversal of the premise of Camus's THE STRANGER: if a man doesn't cry at his mother's funeral, surely he will later be found guilty of murder. That is to say: if a good-time Charlie were to commit murder, he would probably have a good chance of getting away with it.
الظلم لا يحيق الا بأهله، وهكذا في هذه القصة كيف أن المجرم كان متخفي تحت الأمانة والشرف ومحبة القتيل ولكن ياما تحت السواهي دواهي. في النهاية كانت درسا جيدا للمتهم الأول في القضية ليترك سوء الخلق والناس الأشرار ليعيش الحياة الهادئة الرزينة. وللناس ان من تغدق عليه وتطعمه لربما يكون هو عدوك من حيث لا تعلم.
Thou Art the Man is another form of Poe's detective tales in this case the detective is the narrator. American poet and author Daniel Hoffman says the story is an "interesting sort of failure" because it does not include the dim-witted narrator to offset the genius detective. "This is one of Poe's rare excursions into backwoods humor the kind he praised in [Augustus Baldwin] Longstreet's Georgia Scenes. Poe here works a vein properly belonging to Mark Twain:[???]* the satire of the rural country town, the overdrawn Dickensian caricature of its denizens, the drama of a courtroom confrontation, [Wow! Think of all the authors and scriptwriters who followed this format] and an ingenious solution to a murder which has the cleverness of a plot of Tom Sawyer's. [again Hoffman's order is out of sync since Poe predates Twain]** But here . . . the narrator himself is the detective, with the result he manages to make a mystery for the reader out of a problem to which he has known the solution all along." Hoffman, Daniel. (1972) Poe Poe Poe Poe Poe Poe Poe. Baton Rouge: Louisiana State University Press. (114)
*I think the correct wordage is that Twain adopted this vein from Poe since Thou Art the Man was first published in 1844 when Twain born in 1835 was only 9 years old.
**". . . in a sense it does not truly matter whether we can lay specific documents side by side to prove that Twain was in Poe’s debt. There are overriding congruences of theme, symbol, and pattern that exist above the level of even the most meticulous source studies." That Pair of Spiritual Derelicts: The Poe-Twain Relationship by Alan Gribben https://www.eapoe.org/pstudies/ps1980... I wholeheartedly agree. IMHO Twain was influenced by both Poe and Dickens with Twain adapting their inspirations to his own unique writing style.
Miraculously, Bronson Pinchot was better this time around than he was in his abysmal reading of "The Murder of Marie Roget."
This is a cuteish story about small-town New York, greed, and social perception. The murderer is quite obvious and the reader is simply reading to see how his trickery is revealed.
I wasn't a fan of how quickly the reveal was wrapped up by the narrator who steps in miraculously at the end.
a tidy little detective story, much of an improvement over Poe's Dupin tales, of which i am not at all a fan... lacks a bit of the gloominess of many of Poe's tales, but makes up for it in gruesome acts by quite the unassuming bloke... the denouement is rather well handled, though a bit corny i'd say... probably would have done well with a more robust narrative, or with more vile gory awful sadism in the action bits... Poe usually aces the latter, here it is a bit, dare i say, normal?
This story resembles with The Murders in the Rue Morgue, but this one is told from the detective perspective. Apparently is not appreciate like his other work because the narrator presents a problem to which he all ready knows the answer and the characteristic mystery that his stories has is lacking.
"أستطيع القول إنكم كثيرًا ما لاحظتم هذا الميل نحو المماطلة والتباطؤ لدى الأشخاص الذين يقعون تحت تأثير الحزن الشديد، وكأن قواهم العقلية قد هَوَتْ في حالة من الخمول والبلادة، ومن ثم يرتعبون من الإقدام على أي فعل، ولا يبتغون شيئًا إلا الاستلقاء في هدوء في فراشهم، «يجترُّون حزنهم» مثلما تقول النساء العجائز، أو، بعبارة أخرى، يطيلون التفكير في بلاياهم."
For a while this one wasn't that great. But then something pretty pretty damned scary happens, and finally I found myself reading something that lives up to Poe's reputation of scaring and shocking his readers.
Un relato bastante simple. Se sabe quién es el asesino desde el comienzo, y tampoco hay mucho que destacar en cuanto al estilo narrativo. Un buen final, en parte macabro, que se podría decir compensa la simpleza del resto de la narración.