De la filouterie considérée comme science exacte

by Edgar Allan Poe, Felix Rabbe (Translator)

"Une corbeille dérobe, un renard escroque, une belotte friponne ; un homme filoute. Filouter est sa destinée." Edgar Allan Poe."Il suffit de se plonger dans un recueil de nouvelles d'Edgar Poe pour se trouver aussitôt à la croisée des chemins qui mènent au plaisir du bizarre, au plaisir de l'effroi, au plaisir des constructions intellectuelles maniaques et au plaisir du jeu avec la mort. Le recueil présenté ici ne fait pas exception. La bizarrerie y est ancrée à chaque page. Et, derrière le bizarre, en permanence flotte la conscience qu'à tout moment le destin peut prendre un chemin qui mène à l'horreur. Il ne le prend pas toujours, mais il peut le prendre. De ce flou intérieur, de cette attente indécise en présence de l'inquiétant absurde, naît une formidable jouissance de lecture." Antoine VolodineDes classiques décalés et décapants présentés par des écrivains d'aujourd'hui : c'est ce que la GF vous propose dans cette série exceptionnelle. Textes oubliés de grands auteurs, auteurs oubliés de grands textes, ils sont à la fois pétillants et profonds, toujours légers et intelligents. C'est leur nouveauté que mettent en lumière des romanciers et des penseurs de notre temps : avec eux, les classiques n'ont jamais été aussi vivants.

244 pages, Paperback

Published November 11, 2015

About the author

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.

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