This book is basically a reprint of the Penny Dreadfuls that were so popular during the Victorian age, but if you are reading this book you probably already know this. I have never been a fan of Charles Dickens. I was forced to read him in high school, as I'm sure we all were, however, I never made it through a single one of his books. You might not have either. But I made it through a short story of his, god damn it, and I still hated it. Our dear friend Charles wrote 'To Be Taken with a Grain of Salt,' which is just a juror seeing the murder victim in the the court room, and - oh, fuck - he wants justice. As they all do. Anyway, expect Dickens to be boring. He was not the highlight of this collection. The highlight, in my opinion, lies with three of the short stories: 'The Phantom Coach' by Amelia B. Edwards, 'The Judge's House' by Bram Stoker, and 'Bone to His Bone' by E.G. Swain. The first is a classic about a young man lost on the moor, who upon trying to get back to his beloved wife finds himself within the coach.
The second is about a man who only wants peace and quiet to read his math books. Why anyone would want to read math is beyond me, but our lead character does. He also might have the best name I have ever read, and we can tell Bram Stoker didn't give it much thought, because it's Malcolm Malcolmson. Anyway, in wanting to find a quiet place for math he comes across 'The Judge's House,' which is an old abandoned building that this evil judge lived in, and no one has lived in since this judge died. This story is reminiscent of 'The Tell-Tale Heart' by Edgar Allan Poe in the fact that he is tormented by sound. In Bram Stoker's short it is rats in his walls, and not a beating heart, but nevertheless it reminded me. Malcolmson is then tormented by this evil rat that climbs down the bell-rope that hangs down from the top of the building. Not knowing what the rat means he looks deeper into the meaning behind the evil rat's nightly visits.
Read this one because I am not going to give away the twist at the end. It is beautifully written in the creepy way only Bram Stoker knows how to achieve. Honestly, just read everything by Bram Stoker.
The third is about a man and his books. Who doesn't love their library, local or personal? If you're reading this to begin with then you probably like books. I don't know if you knew, but news flash.
So this story takes place next to the babies we all know and love. The main character living in his library, reading everyday, and sometimes at night. One night he wakes up, and upon not being able to go back to sleep gets up, and goes to (you guessed it) read. I'm sure we have all been there.
In the darkness someone places the match box in his hand, but when he lights a match no one is there. Duh, Duh, Dun! There is also a book on the desk, but the desk was empty. He goes on to talk about some random shit, because all Victorian authors tend to drag on a little. Even if they are mostly brilliant (not Dickens), they do drag. It's like Stephen King. He is fantastic, but drags a little.
This mystery book then flips open to page after page, revealing a secret message of sorts that this man has to follow to the spooky twist at the end.
To sum up, Victorian authors drag, these are really fucking awesome but NOT DICKENS. Bram Stoker might be king of all things good. We like books. I have a vendetta against Dickens, and chances are if you're reading this right now you probably have a strong opinion formed on Victorian writers yourself, or you're my boyfriend, who is a spy. So if you enjoy spooky stories, you should read these. They are cute, simple, and above all spooky. Enjoy.
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P.S. This little collection also includes 'The Monkey's Paw' by W. W. Jacobs, which gave me a little tiny bit of nostalgia, because that, and ' The Yellow Wallpaper' by Charlotte Perkins Gilman were my favorite short stories in high school. :)