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Book Title: The Horror Writers Association Presents Peter Straub's Ghosts|
The author of the book: Peter Straub
ISBN 13: 9780671885991
Edition: Pocket Books
Date of issue: April 1st 1995
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They beckon you to a twilight world of flesh and spirit....
They are dream-spinners weaving macabre nightmares...phantasmic voices whispering words of dread...spectral visions taunting you into an early grave. They are ghosts, young and ancient, mischievous and maniacal, glimmering and ghoulish. Now, journey with Peter Straub, one of today's best ghost storytellers, as he and fourteen other premier peddlers of gooseflesh take you into the shivery haunts of "Ghosts."
Beginning with Straub's "Hunger," a magnificent story about the cravings of the restless dead, here are stories "never" to be read past nightfall .stories of an unholy seductress gorging on men's souls...a Hollywood B moviemaker unexpectedly cast in the role of ghostwriter...a psychic investigator who unearths far more than he bargained for...and a burned out novelist desperately seeking the phantom muses of his childhood....
Hunger: An Introduction by Peter Straub
Styx by Norman Partridge
Jubilee by Kathe Koja
Not Far From Here by Tim Smith
Momma Ghost by Alan Rodgers
Daddy's Girl by Gordon R. Ross
Coventry Carol by Chet Williamson
MOM AND DAD:
And He Who Mourns by David B. Silva
His Mother's Hands by Clark Perry
Bill Smith's Sleigh Ride by Tyson Blue
Sotto Voce by Lawrence Greenberg
A Real Babe by Brad Linaweaver
Looking For Mr. Flip by Thomas F. Monteleone
Present In Spirit by Don D'Ammassa
The Wedding Party by Paul M. Sammon
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Read information about the authorPeter Straub was born in Milwaukee, Wisconsin on 2 March, 1943, the first of three sons of a salesman and a nurse. The salesman wanted him to become an athlete, the nurse thought he would do well as either a doctor or a Lutheran minister, but all he wanted to do was to learn to read.
When kindergarten turned out to be a stupefyingly banal disappointment devoted to cutting animal shapes out of heavy colored paper, he took matters into his own hands and taught himself to read by memorizing his comic books and reciting them over and over to other neighborhood children on the front steps until he could recognize the words. Therefore, when he finally got to first grade to find everyone else laboring over the imbecile adventures of Dick, Jane and Spot (“See Spot run. See, see, see,”), he ransacked the library in search of pirates, soldiers, detectives, spies, criminals, and other colorful souls, Soon he had earned a reputation as an ace storyteller, in demand around campfires and in back yards on summer evenings.
This career as the John Buchan to the first grade was interrupted by a collision between himself and an automobile which resulted in a classic near-death experience, many broken bones, surgical operations, a year out of school, a lengthy tenure in a wheelchair, and certain emotional quirks. Once back on his feet, he quickly acquired a severe stutter which plagued him into his twenties and now and then still puts in a nostalgic appearance, usually to the amusement of telephone operators and shop clerks. Because he had learned prematurely that the world was dangerous, he was jumpy, restless, hugely garrulous in spite of his stutter, physically uncomfortable and, at least until he began writing horror three decades later, prone to nightmares. Books took him out of himself, so he read even more than earlier, a youthful habit immeasurably valuable to any writer. And his storytelling, for in spite of everything he was still a sociable child with a lot of friends, took a turn toward the dark and the garish, toward the ghoulish and the violent. He found his first “effect” when he discovered that he could make this kind of thing funny.
As if scripted, the rest of life followed. He went on scholarship to Milwaukee Country Day School and was the darling of his English teachers. He discovered Thomas Wolfe and Jack Kerouac, patron saints of wounded and self-conscious adolescence, and also, blessedly, jazz music, which spoke of utterance beyond any constraint: passion and liberation in the form of speech on the far side of the verbal border. The alto saxophone player Paul Desmond, speaking in the voice of a witty and inspired angel, epitomized ideal expressiveness, Our boy still had no idea why inspired speech spoke best when it spoke in code, the simultaneous terror and ecstasy of his ancient trauma, as well as its lifelong (so far, anyhow) legacy of anger, being so deeply embedded in the self as to be imperceptible, Did he behave badly, now and then? Did he wish to shock, annoy, disturb, and provoke? Are you kidding? Did he also wish to excel, to keep panic and uncertainty at arm's length by good old main force effort? Make a guess. So here we have a pure but unsteady case of denial happily able to maintain itself through merciless effort. Booted along by invisible fears and horrors, this fellow was rewarded by wonderful grades and a vague sense of a mysterious but transcendent wholeness available through expression. He went to the University of Wisconsin and, after opening his eyes to the various joys of Henry James, William Carlos Williams, and the Texas blues-rocker Steve Miller, a great & joyous character who lived across the street, passed through essentially unchanged to emerge in 1965 with an honors degree in English, then an MA at Columbia a year later. He thought actual writing was probably beyond him even though actual writing was probably what he was best at - down crammed he many and many a book, stirred by