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Fiction.
Science Fiction.
HTML:Bradbury revela la parte ms oscura del alma humana al explorar el delicioso placer de un otoo perfectamente terrorfico e inolvidable. Dos adolecentes descubren, una noche de octubre, que en unos pocos minutos, unas pocas vueltas en el carrusel de una feria ominosa, pueden apresurar el tiempo y transformarse en adultos, o en viejos centenarios, o ir hacia atrs y volver a los balbuceos de la primera infancia..… (más)
BookshelfMonstrosity: These atmospheric coming-of-age tales are magical and poignant as they dance around issues of good and evil. Though they contain plenty of dark undercurrents, they are ultimately hopeful.
La feria de las Tinieblas es la historia de dos muchachos, James Nightshade y William Halloway, y del mal que empieza a invadir su pequeña ciudad del Medio Oeste con la llegada una medianoche de otoño de una feria ominosa. Los dos chicos descubren que con unas pocas vueltas en el carrusel pueden apresurar el tiempo y transformarse en adultos, o ir hacia atrás y volver a los balbuceos de la primera infancia. ¿Cómo podrán salvar sus almas y su pueblo de la maldad que les ronda? ¿Qué haríamos si nuestros más oscuros deseos pudieran hacerse realidad? Bradbury revela la parte más oscura del alma humana al explorar el delicioso placer de un otoño perfectamente terrorífico e inolvidable.
A consummate storyteller, Ray Bradbury is America's preeminent master of the fantastic. In a distinguished career that spans over four decades, his masterworks, including The Martian Chronicles, The Illustrated Man and Dandelion Wine, have entertained and enchanted tens of millions of readers.
Jim Nightshade y Will Halloway tienen apenas catorce años de edad cuando descubren una noche de octubre que unos pocos minutos- unas pocas vueltas en el carrusel de una feria ominosa - pueden apresurar el tiempo y transformarse en adultos, o en viejos centenarios, o ir hacia atrás y volver a los balbuceos de la primera infancia...
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Man is in love, and loves what vanishes. W.B. Yeats
They sleep not, except they have done mischief; And their sleep is taken away, unless they cause some to fall. For they eat the bread of wickedness, And they drink the wine of violence. Proverbs 4:16-17
I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I'll go to it laughing. Stubb in Moby Dick
Dedicatoria
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With gratitude to Jennet Johnson who taught me how to write the short story and to Snow Longley Housh who taught me poetry at Los Angeles High School a long time ago and to Jack Guss who helped with this novel not so long ago
With love to the memory of GENE KELLY, whose performances influenced and changed my life
Primeras palabras
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Prologue First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys.
The seller of lightning rods arrived just ahead of the storm.
Citas
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Why love the woman who is your wife? Her nose breathes in the air of a world that I know; therefore I love that nose. Her ears hear music I might sing half the night through; therefore I love her ears. Her eyes delight in seasons of the land; and so I love those eyes. Her tongue knows quince, peach, chokeberry, mint and lime; I love to hear it speaking. Because her flesh knows heat, cold, affliction, I know fire, snow, and pain. Shared and once again shared experience. Billions of prickling textures. Cut one sense away, cut part of life away. Cut two senses; life halves itself on the instant. We love what we know, we love what we are. Common cause, common cause, of mouth, eye, ear, tongue, hand, nose, flesh, heart, and soul.
"Sometimes the man who looks happiest in town, with the biggest smile, is the one carrying the biggest load of sin. There are smiles and smiles; learn to tell the dark variety from the light. The seal-barker, laugh-shouter, half the time he's covering up. He's had his fun and he's guilty. And men do love sin. Will, oh how they love it, never doubt, in all shapes, sizes, colors, and smells. Times come when troughs, not tables, suit our appetites. Hear a man too loudly praising others and look to wonder if he didn't just get up from the sty. On the other hand, that unhappy, pale, put-upon man walking by, who looks all guilt and sin, why, often that's your good man with a capitol G, Will. For being good is a fearful occupation; men strain at it and sometimes break in two. I've known a few. You work twice as hard to be a farmer as his to be his hog. I suppose it's thinking about being good that makes the crack run up the wall one night. A man with high standards, too, the least hair falls on him sometimes wilts his spine. He can't let himself alone, won't lift himself off the hook if he falls just a breath from grace."
And, Will thought, here comes the carnival, Death like a rattle in one hand, Life like candy in the other; shake one to scare you, offer one to make your mouth water. Here comes the side show, both hands full!
Últimas palabras
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Then, as the moon watched, the three of them together left the wilderness behind and walked into the town.
Fiction.
Science Fiction.
HTML:Bradbury revela la parte ms oscura del alma humana al explorar el delicioso placer de un otoo perfectamente terrorfico e inolvidable. Dos adolecentes descubren, una noche de octubre, que en unos pocos minutos, unas pocas vueltas en el carrusel de una feria ominosa, pueden apresurar el tiempo y transformarse en adultos, o en viejos centenarios, o ir hacia atrs y volver a los balbuceos de la primera infancia..