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Masques et visages couverts défilent dans ce recueil d’histoires. Un roi au masque d’or, un sauvage au mufle de fourrure, des routiers italiens à la face pestiférée et des routiers français aux faux visages, des galériens aux heaumes rouges, des jeunes filles subitement vieillies dans un miroir: voici la singulière foule de lépreux, d’embaumeuses, d’eunuques, d’assassins, de démoniaques et de pirates que Marcel Schwob assemble.

Aux confins de la veille et du songe, une porte s’entrouvre. La Porte des rêves rassemble quinze contes fin-de-siècle où le fantastique se teinte de symbolisme. Sous l’influence de Poe et de Stevenson, Marcel Schwob cisèle des visions brèves, inquiétantes, parfois ironiques, où l’invisible affleure et la réalité chancelle. Voix, silhouettes, présages et mirages y composent un dédale de sensations: moins des intrigues que des atmosphères, où chaque image éclaire une ombre.

A cruzada das crianças (1896) tem como ponto de partida as crônicas medievais do século XIII sobre um grupo de crianças alemãs e francesas que teriam se reunido em torno de um jovem profeta para marchar rumo a Jerusalém. Vidas imaginárias (1896) reúne narrativas que têm como protagonistas personagens históricos mais ou menos conhecidos.

Mayer André Marcel Schwob was born in Chaville, Hauts-de-Seine, France on 23rd August 1867 into a cultivated Jewish family. As a child he devoured the works of Poe and Stevenson in French and then again in English. His attachment to the bizarre and dark was already forming. After completing a Bachelor of Arts in 1888 he became a professional journalist and worked for the Phare de la Loire, the Événement and L'Écho de Paris. The 1890’s marked his establishment as a brilliant writer with the publication of six short story collections.

Mayer André Marcel Schwob was born in Chaville, Hauts-de-Seine, France on 23rd August 1867 into a cultivated Jewish family. As a child he devoured the works of Poe and Stevenson in French and then again in English. His attachment to the bizarre and dark was already forming. Schwob was regarded as a symbolist writer and a ‘precursor of Surrealism’. He wrote over a hundred short stories, journalistic articles, essays, biographies, literary reviews and analysis, translations and plays.

Mayer André Marcel Schwob was born in Chaville, Hauts-de-Seine, France on 23rd August 1867 into a cultivated Jewish family. As a child he devoured the works of Poe and Stevenson in French and then again in English. His attachment to the bizarre and dark was already forming. Schwob was regarded as a symbolist writer and a ‘precursor of Surrealism’. He wrote over a hundred short stories, journalistic articles, essays, biographies, literary reviews and analysis, translations and plays.

Mayer André Marcel Schwob was born in Chaville, Hauts-de-Seine, France on 23rd August 1867 into a cultivated Jewish family. As a child he devoured the works of Poe and Stevenson in French and then again in English. His attachment to the bizarre and dark was already forming. Schwob was regarded as a symbolist writer and a ‘precursor of Surrealism’. He wrote over a hundred short stories, journalistic articles, essays, biographies, literary reviews and analysis, translations and plays.

Mayer André Marcel Schwob was born in Chaville, Hauts-de-Seine, France on 23rd August 1867 into a cultivated Jewish family. As a child he devoured the works of Poe and Stevenson in French and then again in English. His attachment to the bizarre and dark was already forming. Schwob was regarded as a symbolist writer and a ‘precursor of Surrealism’. He wrote over a hundred short stories, journalistic articles, essays, biographies, literary reviews and analysis, translations and plays.

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