The Masque of the Red Death. "The Masque of the Red Death", originally published as "The Mask of the Red Death" (1842), is a short story by Edgar Allan Poe.
The story follows Prince Prospero's attempts to avoid a dangerous plague known as the Red Death by hiding in his abbey. He, along with many other wealthy nobles, has a masquerade ball within seven rooms of his abbey, each decorated with a different color. In the midst of their revelry, a mysterious figure disguised as a Red Death victim enters and makes his way through each of the rooms. Prospero dies after confronting this stranger, whose "costume" proves to have nothing tangible inside it; the guests also die in turn. Plot summary[edit] One night, Prospero holds a masquerade ball to entertain his guests in seven colored rooms of the abbey. At the chiming of midnight, the revelers and Prospero notice a figure in a dark, blood-splattered robe resembling a funeral shroud. Analysis[edit] The "Red Death"[edit]
Gothic fiction. Genre or mode of literature and film that combines fiction and horror, death, and at times romance The name Gothic, which originally referred to the Goths, and then came to mean "German",[2] refers to the Gothic architecture of the medieval era of European history, in which many of these stories take place.
This extreme form of Romanticism was very popular throughout Europe, especially among English- and German-language writers and artists.[3] The English Gothic novel also led to new novel types such as the German Schauerroman and the French roman noir.[4] The Castle of Otranto (1764) is regarded as the first Gothic novel. The aesthetics of the book have shaped modern-day gothic books, films, art, music and the goth subculture.[5] Early Gothic romances[edit] Horace Walpole[edit] Walpole published the first edition disguised as a medieval romance from Italy discovered and republished by a fictitious translator. Clara Reeve[edit] Ann Radcliffe[edit] Translation as a framing device[edit] 10 Science Fiction Novels You Pretend to Have Read (And Why You Should Actually Read Them)
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley. Chapter One A SQUAT grey building of only thirty-four stories.
Over the main entrance the words, CENTRAL LONDON HATCHERY AND CONDITIONING CENTRE, and, in a shield, the World State's motto, COMMUNITY, IDENTITY, STABILITY. The enormous room on the ground floor faced towards the north. Cold for all the summer beyond the panes, for all the tropical heat of the room itself, a harsh thin light glared through the windows, hungrily seeking some draped lay figure, some pallid shape of academic goose-flesh, but finding only the glass and nickel and bleakly shining porcelain of a laboratory. Wintriness responded to wintriness. "And this," said the Director opening the door, "is the Fertilizing Room. " Bent over their instruments, three hundred Fertilizers were plunged, as the Director of Hatcheries and Conditioning entered the room, in the scarcely breathing silence, the absent-minded, soliloquizing hum or whistle, of absorbed concentration. Meanwhile, it was a privilege.
Responds by budding.