Kâbus Öyküleri

by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky, Umut Hoşafçı (Translator)

Kâbus Öyküleri'nin, yazarın acıyla dolu yaşamının son dönemlerinde tekrar kaleme alındığı bilinir. Blavatsky aynı dönemde, kapsamlı bir Teozofik Sözlük hazırlamak için hummalı bir çalışma içerisinde bulunduğundan, bu çalışma ile yoğunluğunun biraz olsun hafiflediği ve zihnini bu vesileyle dinlendirdiği rivayet edilir. Her biri birbirinden ilginç öykülerle Blavatsky'nin New York'taki evinde, birlikte çay ve sigara molası verecek ve öyküleri onun büyülü ağzından dinleyeceksiniz.
(Arka Kapak)

Genres: Horror, Fiction, Short Stories, Spirituality

166 pages, Paperback

First published January 1, 1892

About the author

Helena Petrovna Blavatsky (Russian: Еле́на Петро́вна Блава́тская, Yelena Petrovna Blavatskaya, often known as Madame Blavatsky; 12 August [O.S. 31 July] 1831 – 8 May 1891) was a Russian occultist, philosopher, and author who co-founded the Theosophical Society in 1875. She gained an international following as the leading theoretician of Theosophy, the esoteric religion that the society promoted.

Source: Wikipedia

Reviews

[Paul Snowdon]

Apparently this is Blavatsky in one of her lighter moments, some of it I found pretty difficult to grasp. A really great selection of mysterious stories, often set in far-off lands, not what I would call Nightmare Tales though. Recommended

[Darren]

Disappointingly flat/uninspiring tales (9 thereof) mostly involving mesmerism/reincarnation etc. Poe-esque "Ensouled Violin" half-decent, and "Karmic Visions" probably best written/entertaining. 2.5 Stars, rounding down.

[SyringaVulgariska]

Jak zawsze w przypadku wydawnictwa IX świetne tłumaczenie i wstęp. Same opowieści przyjemne i typowe dla literatury okresu.

[Jamie]

A variable but overall solid collection of strange stories of the occult and supernatural, with a dash of Victorian melodrama. 'The Ensouled Violin' was the standout tale for me.

[Irene]

3,5
Una lettura piacevole, anche se non particolarmente spaventosa e gotica come piace a me. Mi ha colpito solo l'ultimo racconto, "Il violino umano".