Mike Pelton

8 books read for LibriVox

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Gladiator Philip Wylie
Hugo Danner can bend steel and outrun trains, and it never once makes him happy, which is the whole point. If you want the melancholy question Superman skips over (what would strength actually do to a lonely man?), Wylie sat with it back in 1930.
In the Days of the Comet H. G. Wells
Strange one, this: half of it is Willie chasing his lost girl with a revolver through a filthy industrial England, all jealousy and coal smoke, then a comet's green haze makes everyone wake up sane. If utopias bore you, skip it, but that furious first half really stings.
Mr. Incoul’s Misadventure Edgar Saltus
If you like your Gilded Age fiction cold-blooded, this delivers: a rich, unreadable husband, his young wife Maida, an old lover, and revenge served with terrifying politeness. Saltus writes in glittering little epigrams, and the ending is genuinely chilling, so don't expect comfort.
The Dark Other Stanley G. Weinbaum
Fair warning, this is early Weinbaum, closer to pulp romance-with-a-shadow than his Martian stuff. Still, watching Pat Lane keep loving Nick Devine while something colder keeps surfacing behind his eyes has a queasy pull, and Dr. Horker's armchair psychoanalysis is a fun period piece.
The House of the Wolfings William Morris
Fair warning, Morris writes in deliberately old-fashioned prose that keeps breaking into verse, so it asks patience. But Thiodolf's choice, between a charmed hauberk that saves his life and the good of his folk, has real weight, and you can feel Tolkien taking notes.
The Little White Bird J. M. Barrie
You get the strange, tender version of Peter Pan here, before he belongs to the stage: Peter plays among the fairies in Kensington Gardens while Barrie’s lonely narrator imagines a bond with a little boy named David. It’s episodic and sometimes overly sentimental, but its sadness has real bite.
The Portent George MacDonald
Scottish second sight, a family doom announced by a phantom horse's clanking shoe, a tutor and a sleepwalking woman drawn together. Minor MacDonald but potent, a long ghost story more eerie than gothic; one sitting, after dark.
The Sketchbook of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent. Washington Irving
You get a wonderfully companionable mix of travel sketches, ghostly tales, and gentle satire, with Geoffrey Crayon wandering through English inns and Christmas customs before giving you Rip Van Winkle and Ichabod Crane. It moves leisurely, but the wit and homesick warmth make it easy to settle into.

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Mike Pelton

8 books read for LibriVox

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Gladiator Philip Wylie
Hugo Danner can bend steel and outrun trains, and it never once makes him happy, which is the whole point. If you want the melancholy question Superman skips over (what would strength actually do to a lonely man?), Wylie sat with it back in 1930.
In the Days of the Comet H. G. Wells
Strange one, this: half of it is Willie chasing his lost girl with a revolver through a filthy industrial England, all jealousy and coal smoke, then a comet's green haze makes everyone wake up sane. If utopias bore you, skip it, but that furious first half really stings.
Mr. Incoul’s Misadventure Edgar Saltus
If you like your Gilded Age fiction cold-blooded, this delivers: a rich, unreadable husband, his young wife Maida, an old lover, and revenge served with terrifying politeness. Saltus writes in glittering little epigrams, and the ending is genuinely chilling, so don't expect comfort.
The Dark Other Stanley G. Weinbaum
Fair warning, this is early Weinbaum, closer to pulp romance-with-a-shadow than his Martian stuff. Still, watching Pat Lane keep loving Nick Devine while something colder keeps surfacing behind his eyes has a queasy pull, and Dr. Horker's armchair psychoanalysis is a fun period piece.
The House of the Wolfings William Morris
Fair warning, Morris writes in deliberately old-fashioned prose that keeps breaking into verse, so it asks patience. But Thiodolf's choice, between a charmed hauberk that saves his life and the good of his folk, has real weight, and you can feel Tolkien taking notes.
The Little White Bird J. M. Barrie
You get the strange, tender version of Peter Pan here, before he belongs to the stage: Peter plays among the fairies in Kensington Gardens while Barrie’s lonely narrator imagines a bond with a little boy named David. It’s episodic and sometimes overly sentimental, but its sadness has real bite.
The Portent George MacDonald
Scottish second sight, a family doom announced by a phantom horse's clanking shoe, a tutor and a sleepwalking woman drawn together. Minor MacDonald but potent, a long ghost story more eerie than gothic; one sitting, after dark.
The Sketchbook of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent. Washington Irving
You get a wonderfully companionable mix of travel sketches, ghostly tales, and gentle satire, with Geoffrey Crayon wandering through English inns and Christmas customs before giving you Rip Van Winkle and Ichabod Crane. It moves leisurely, but the wit and homesick warmth make it easy to settle into.