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224 pages, Paperback
Published May 1, 2006
To his original list of stories in this book, I have added an hitherto unpublished episode from Dracula. It was originally excised owing to the length of the book, and may prove of interest to the many readers of what is considered my husband's most remarkable work.
As I ventured to end my sojourn into literature that bore tales of the supernatural and with a presage of dread, in an effort to diversify my reading habits, I tread not farther than the writers who had earlier bought me great joy with their superior penmanship. And with the end of Halloween for the year was drawing to a close, I chose this collection of stories written by the writer who had romanced me with the gothic allure of Dracula.
Published posthumously by his wife, the primary in the collection, if so can be assumed by the name so given: Dracula’s Guest and Other Weird Stories told of a harrowing incident encountered by a traveller who is presumably Jonathan Harker. It is believed that this particular incident, presented in the form of a short story in the present collection, was initially written by Stoker as part of the tale of ‘Dracula’ but was later removed by him. Though many argue the validity of that, my own feelings rest with Stoker’s wife who in the introduction makes a point in favour of the former, for the story could neatly nestle in the greater story. However, for the purposes it lacked refinement and much of the inspired gruesome that made Dracula such a favourite. The story itself had not much to do with Dracula, but was rather a vague indication at the monster. Not quite gripping, and sufficiently lacking in funds of sensationalism.
Even the other stories in the collection do seem to lack that very essential spice. Among them, The Judge’s House and The Burial of the Rats do credit some merit. The former is a story of a student who in an effort to do away with all distractions of a mundane life, sets out seeking a place that would afford him tranquil environs to pursue his study ends up discovering the Judge’s House. Disregarding the warnings of the locals, including those of a very weak hearted lady who is given to frequent fainting spells at the prospect of anyone taking up abode in ‘that’ house. On the other hand, the latter although twined its story through and among objects that turn my stomach, it provided a much needed respite from the languor pace of the rest.
All in all, the collection fails to live up to the pedestal of Stoker’s most celebrated work, although each has its redeeming qualities. However, the similarity in thought, structure and even to a marked extent the plots that seem to veer to a similar hanging crusade, all very familiar to the writer as the pages were turned but drawing back in distinction, left me very dissatisfied.
P.S.: I was kept from reading The Squaw by my abhorrence of reading anything gruesome to the fate of felines. Frankly, I am terrified at the prospect of anything happening to the feline extension of the Paul family, and would rather not add to the grim scenarios that plague me at the smallest chance of anything unpleasant befalling them.