Edgar Allen Poe wrote in what was considered the New World. It wasn't. The European settlers brought their emotional and psychological baggage with them - they brought the old horrors and sometimes invented new ones. And there were already horrors there, waiting to be woken... His work still resonates, but does the horror? Does it stand up, two hundred (ish) years later, half a world away, a modern world, with all new horrors, with the ravages of analysis, under the harsh Australian sun? This book explores the relationship of classic horror style in an Australian environ, as well as looking at how we should analyse Poe's arabesque work, in terms of the relationship between the occult readings and the psychoanalytical readings. Includes three short stories and an essay of exploration.
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