- Hardcover: 36 pages
- Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt; First edition (October 13, 2000)
- Language: English
- ISBN-10: 0151004374
- ISBN-13: 978-0151004379
- Product Dimensions: 8 x 0.3 x 4.5 inches
- Shipping Weight: 3.2 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
- Average Customer Review: 12 customer reviews
- Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #1,147,740 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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The Iron Tonic: Or, A Winter Afternoon in Lonely Valley Hardcover – October 13, 2000
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A faded winter's afternoon on an estate in 19th-century Russia. You can almost see where this story will lead, but with Gorey as master of ceremonies, there will be a few twists. For one thing, the skating pond shelters a family of eels. Requiescat in pace, Gorey.
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Somehow I didn't find this as satisfying as some other Gorey efforts. If you've never read any of Gorey's work, you can't go wrong in starting off with THE OTHER STATUE. Save this one until you are a bit more acquainted with his art.
"The careful stroller should beware
Of objects falling from the air"
shows a carriage clock flying across a wintry landscape.
Eels, a deceased runaway orphan, a stone....peculiar yet strangely enjoyable.
What I love are the circles in each illustration that draw your attention to some random item in the picture or to something relating to what you're seeing. There's no strict story here but it's possible to imagine some sort of bigger picture to the ominous and vague situations.
There's one bit where a person in a fur coat is standing near a winding stream with rays of sunshine breaking through bits of the grey sky, and the insert zooms in on a big ghostly hand in a sunbeam pointing to a spot in the stream with the accompanying text, "A fugitive and lurid gleam/Obliquely gild the gliding stream." Rich in symbolism? Nah, probably just nonsense. But that's fine by me.