George MacDonald, Fantasy Writer

Some thoughts on George MacDonald as one of the founding authors of the Fantasy Genre

Gormenghast, a Masterpiece

Just a year ago, I thought it was highly improbable I would discover a new literary masterpiece within my cultural environment. Not that there aren’t any masterpieces I haven't read ( I've spent many years struggling with depression, so I've missed many books that would have added to my experience as a reader if my

Verano en Gormenghast

¿Es una buena idea pasar el verano en Gormenghast?

A Geography of Dreams V

Flats, strange towers of flats, schools where you have to run in and out and a university that looks like a castle. To read in Spanish and English go here and click on number V. El número V del índice es el artículo que corresponde a Pisos, escuelas, universidades y otros parajes fantasma.

La biografía de Lovecraft, por J.S. Joshi – J.S. Joshi’s Biography of H.P. Lovecraft

Pasa el tiempo y aquí estoy, leyendo la biografía de Lovecraft, pues se trata de la obra de J.S. Joshi, enorme y minuciosa. ¿Cuántos días han transcurrido desde que empecé? No lo recuerdo. Sólo sé que hay una estación marcada por el clima del libro, y en ella estoy, en el descubrimiento y la apropiación

Calima / Haze

Desde ayer toda la península ibérica está cubierta por una calima roja. Yo vivo en una ciudad junto al mar Cantábrico. Aquí el cielo está hecho (al menos ahora) de niebla y arena. Ayer por la noche llovió barro. Las aceras de la ciudad tienen un tono naranja, como de óxido. A veces se secan

Dream Poems

Inside my project A Geography of Dreams you can find the first of my Dream Poems. It's title is Full Light of Midnight. It's number IV in the INDEX.The illustration is from a painting by Joseph Wright of Derby (1734-1797).

I’m slow

I like it slow, sang Leonard Cohen. The world of today wants everything fast: love, life, work and pleasure. The world of today wants everything faster. That's why the slow ones don't fit in. I don't fit in. I look from the border and try to talk from a distant longing. I try to reach

I’m back

I'm back, after one of my journeys into the Underworld. This time it was the round chamber. The way out is there, but you can't see it. You go round and round, checking and counting, arranging and rearranging, pondering and going over the whole thing once again and once again… The atmosphere was rather gloomy.

From Dreamland to Nightmare. The role of dreams in H.P Lovecraft’s narrative.

When Randolph Carter was thirty he lost the key of the gate of dreams. Prior to that time he had made up for the prosiness of life by nightly excursions to strange and ancient cities beyond space, and lovely, unbelievable garden lands across ethereal seas; but as middle age hardened upon him he felt these