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Author: Fergus Hume Publisher: Good Press ISBN: Category : Fiction Languages : en Pages : 139
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'A Creature of the Night: An Italian Enigma' is a mystery-supernatural novel by Fergus Hume. The story follows the narrator, a member of the Cranstons family, who travels to Italy with a few hundred pounds and a dream of pursuing an operatic career. He settles in Milan and takes singing lessons from Maestro Angello, who later goes to Verona for a change of scenery. The novel sets the scene for a gripping mystery with supernatural elements, as the narrator uncovers secrets about Angello's past and encounters a mysterious and possibly dangerous creature of the night.
Author: Fergus Hume Publisher: Good Press ISBN: Category : Fiction Languages : en Pages : 139
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'A Creature of the Night: An Italian Enigma' is a mystery-supernatural novel by Fergus Hume. The story follows the narrator, a member of the Cranstons family, who travels to Italy with a few hundred pounds and a dream of pursuing an operatic career. He settles in Milan and takes singing lessons from Maestro Angello, who later goes to Verona for a change of scenery. The novel sets the scene for a gripping mystery with supernatural elements, as the narrator uncovers secrets about Angello's past and encounters a mysterious and possibly dangerous creature of the night.
Author: Fergus Hume Publisher: Forgotten Books ISBN: 9780243279654 Category : Languages : en Pages : 172
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Excerpt from A Creature of the Night: An Italian Enigma But Verona! Ah, it was truly delightful, that sleepy town lying so peacefully on the banks of the rapid Adige, dreaming amid the riotous present of the splen did past, when Can, Grande held his brilliant court, and received as an honoured guest the great poet Dante, exiled by ungrateful Florence. The city of the gay rhymer Catullus, merry lover of Lesbia, who wept more tears over her sparrow than she did over her poet. The city of Romeo and Juliet, star-crossed lovers as they were, who were recompensed for their short, unhappy lives by gaining immortality from the pen of Shakespeare as types of eternal love and eternal constancy, for the encouragement of all succeeding youths and maidens of later generations. Yes, indeed, with all these memories, historical and poetical, Verona was a pleasant place. In which to idle away a summer, so I thanked the kind. Gods for my good fortune and enjoyed myself. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
Author: Fergus Hume Publisher: CreateSpace ISBN: 9781505664980 Category : Languages : en Pages : 160
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"This story is worthy of the days of the Borgias and their poisons. A woman, emerging from a tomb at midnight, is followed by an Englishman out for a stroll. She disappears in an old, deserted palace, mounts to the top story, and there meets a man. dressed, like herself, in mediaeval costume. A quarrel ensues, and the Englishman witnesses the death of this man by poisoned wine after the manner of the great Lucrezia. In the morning he wakes up in a public square, and meets, a few nights later, the fair poisoner at the opera." -Book Chat, Volume 7 [1892] "An ingenuous and theatrical rather than genuinely dramatic story by Mr. Fergus Hume. The author admires the fantastic romances of Theophile Gautier and his school, and he has an easy and agreeable style of writing. The scene of the story is laid in Italy, at Verona, but neither the local color nor the characters are thoroughly defined. Mr. Hume's Italy is the Italy of the tourist who is not independent of his Baedeker; he has the conventional idea of Italians as made up of Renaissance tyranny and guile, slightly modernized by Neapolitan lazzaronism. The rather numerous errors in the incidental phrases of Italian may be partly the fault of the printer. The book is readable and yet sensational." -Literary World [1893]
Author: Fergus Hume Publisher: ISBN: 9781973283836 Category : Languages : en Pages : 112
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I think it is Lord Beaconsfield who, in one of his brilliant stories, makes the clever observation that "adventures are to the adventurous," and certainly he who seeks for adventures even in this prosaic nineteenth century will surely succeed in his quest. Fate leads him, chance guides him, luck assists him, and although the adventure supplied by this trinity of circumstances may be neither so dangerous nor so picturesque as in the time of Borgia or Lazun, still it will probably be interesting, which after all is something to be grateful for in this eminently commonplace age of facts and figures. Still, even he who seeks not to prove the truth of Disraeli's aphorism, may, after the principle of Mahomet's mountain, have the adventure come to him, without the trouble of looking for it, and this was my case at Verona in the summer of 18--.The Cranstons were always a poor family, that is, as regards money, although they certainly could not complain of a lack of ancestors; and when it came to my turn to represent the race, I found that my lately deceased father had left me comparatively nothing. Not having any fixed income, I therefore could not live without doing something to earn my bread; and not having any business capacity, I foresaw failure would be my lot in mercantile enterprise. I was not good-looking enough to inveigle a wealthy heiress into matrimony; and as, after a survey of my possessions, I found I had nothing but a few hundred pounds and an excellent baritone voice, I made up my mind to use the former in cultivating the latter with a view to an operatic career.Italy, living on the traditions of the days of Rossini, of Donizetti and of Bellini, has still the reputation of possessing excellent singing-masters, so to Italy I went with a hopeful heart and a light purse, and established myself at Milan, where I took lessons, in singing, from Maestro Angello. Milan is a detestable city, hot and arid in summer, cold and humid in winter; and as a year after I arrived in the land of song the end of spring was unusually disagreeable, Maestro Angello went to Verona for a change of air, and thither I followed him with no small pleasure at escaping from that dreary commercial capital of the north which has all the disagreeables of Italian life without any of the compensating advantages of romance and beauty.But Verona! ah, it was truly delightful, that sleepy town lying so peacefully on the banks of the rapid Adige, dreaming amid the riotous present of the splendid past, when Can Grande held his brilliant court, and received as an honoured guest the great poet Dante, exiled by ungrateful Florence. The city of the gay rhymer Catullus, merry lover of Lesbia, who wept more tears over her sparrow than she did over her poet. The city of Romeo and Juliet, star-crossed lovers as they were, who were recompensed for their short, unhappy lives by gaining immortality from the pen of Shakespeare as types of eternal love and eternal constancy, for the encouragement of all succeeding youths and maidens of later generations. Yes, indeed, with all these memories, historical and poetical, Verona was a pleasant place in which to idle away a summer, so I thanked the kind gods for my good fortune and enjoyed myself.Not that I was idle. By no means! Maestro Angello kept me hard at work at exercises and scales, so I studied industriously most of the day and wandered about most of the night in the soft, cool moonlight, when Verona looked much more romantic than in the garish blaze of the Italian sun.It was on one of these nights that an adventure happened to me, an adventure in which I was involved by the merest chance, although I confess that the vice of curiosity had a good deal to do with my entanglement therein.
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