TakerFoxx said:
Saetha said:
Ooooh, those all sound delightfully terrifying. Although the first one reminds me a bit of Masque of the Red Death.
Ryan Hughes said:
So, basically The Masque of the Red Death. I wouldn't write about that, because no one beats Poe. No one nevermore.
Aw, damn it! I thought I was being original! I actually haven't read Masque of the Red Death and didn't know it had the same premise. Though I had in mind a full-on apocalypse, with fire falling from the sky and the earth tearing apart while everyone inside does their best not to look out the window, ignore the shaking, and keep talking about meaningless things while holding onto to their progressively strained smiles.
Masque is my favorite short story of all time. And I went to college for writing and literature, so I have read a lot of short stories. Poe is a master, and walking into his territory is not advisable for anyone but the best of the best. In the story, he uses the different colors of the seven reverie rooms to signify different states of human emotion and/or stages of life, depending on how one wishes to interpret it. The base idea of "an uncaring and callous aristocracy fiddling while the world goes to hell" is mastered here in Masque. Poe's insight into the psychology of those people leaves little if anything to be desired, and he instinctively shows us what those types of reverie are, irrespective even of the outside world: they are intended to hide the reality and brutal finality of death itself.
His insight into the existential desire to hide from death was far ahead of its time, and the use of wealth as a means to do so ran counter to many perceived concepts of wealth that are still prevalent today, i.e. Randianism and other philosophies. Not only that, but his language as always is dense -not with flourish- but with meaning and reflection: "There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless, which cannot be touched without emotion. Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death and equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made." And it has the greatest ending sentences of all time: "And the life of ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all."
Note the capitalization -as per the proper pronoun- of "Darkness" and "Decay," which gives at least some hint as to the voice of the narrator of the story. At least in my opinion, as this is still hotly debated in studies of Poe. And he does it all in about five pages.
So, yeah, it is a brilliant work, and not to be trifled with.
Edit: Oh, also, he beat Hemingway to the punch in sentenced word repetition: "Blood was its Avatar and its seal --the redness and the horror of blood." So, yeah, Poe is a genius, and despite how popular he has become, he is still vastly underestimated in my not-so-humble-opinion.