Because his original books are rather short, these editions may contain 15 or more in each volume. He wrote many of his books under pseudonyms that usually were anagrams of his own name most famously Ogdred Weary. Some of them are listed below, with the corresponding book title s. Eduard Blutig is also a word game: "Blutig" is German the language from which these two books purportedly were translated for "bloody" or "gory". Deadworry D.
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Shelves: humour , graphic-novels , art , , decades , decades , decades , Re-read rare. But the flipside. The precision of the words and art bound up with an overwhelming effort, fumbling in the dusk, to say and write the right thing, and the annoyance and coldness a small error may bring. Gorey is evidently Re-read rare. Gorey is evidently influencing me to talk in rhyme. Not wanting to frighten off this rare and delicate creature.
What is so striking about both are the gaps in what is said and meant. It is still odd to read them in modern surroundings, not to look up and see what looks very much like a Victorian study. And I still feel scruffy by comparison with the neat little drawings and him and the place. What did people used to think of it?
It evidently had a place in American culture, but from the British context it seems unplaceable, except as a play on Hilaire Belloc. Most Gorey titles sound rather like operas. There are lots of them. Not just the Gashlycrumb Tinies. Also riding on handlebars of bicycles. Which fits the person from whom I got EG. Probably something to do with independence and bloody-mindedness.
Favourites from Amphigorey Also: - Les Passementeries Horribles, in which unsuspecting individuals are stalked by giant crochet tassels and mats. I loathe useless crochet things, so useless and annoying and cluttering and in the way! There is quite a lot of sensible advice in here, and it made me smile for different reasons. These charts of possible features of a murder mystery would make an excellent writing exercise.
Some panels of this ABC are so poignant. Another part of that same time. Probably not everyone will find these giant, curiously labelled jars quite so funny. All the worst stuff, is, as you would expect from EG, off-screen and unspoken, and the presentation remains neat and genteel whilst dark.
Somehow the extreme darkness of the subject shows that there is awareness of the true horror of events in all the other stories, which are received more cutely.
Another reason, surely, that many think EG seemed British; instead he was one of those New Englanders more English than most real Englishmen.