ErythrosKrustallos
In every winter there's a different cold
in every winter I feel so old
so very old as the night
so very old as the dreadful cold
You should have wept her yesterday.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti, from English illustration, ‘the sixties’ : 1857-70, by Gleeson White, London, 1903.
(Source: archive.org)
(via An Indian Summer)
This is a totally separated case from the others, but is here because is the volume that I praise the most because of the cover.
Axël is the very epitome of Beauty Idealism in literature. Nothing ever came close, and I don’t think it can. And no one could portray that choice of life better than brother Rossetti.
“Vivre? les serviteurs feront cela pour nous”
And speaking of spookiness, this one is the winner amongst my collection. To experience the absurd vertigo of Casa Tomada (Taken House) or Lejana (Distant) by Cortázar with that placid female ghost accompanying you is simply great.
This is Venus in Furs. That Masoch was one of the most misunderstood names in the history of literature is a fact, but the guy who made that drawing certainly didn’t even tried!
If the Venus character in the book wasn’t sufficiently scary, to imagine her with legs chopped off just dancing around would certainly be.
Specially as it is in there, with that colors and the phantasmagoric look on the face.
This is one of my favorite books of all times, The Manuscript Found at Saragossa by Jan Potocki, in one of the worst editions possible, with more than three quarters of the text cut off - but the texture and the colors at the cover are so bizarre that I just had to buy.
