Hilary,--hand Mrs Hilary to the piano, take charge of her fan and gloves, and turn over her music with surprising dexterity,--quote Revelations with Mr Toobad,--and lament the good old times of feudal darkness with the transcendental Mr Flosky.
Shortly after the disastrous termination of Scythrop's passion for Miss Emily Girouette, Mr Glowry found himself, much against his will, involved in a lawsuit, which compelled him to dance attendance on the High Court of Chancery. Scythrop was left alone at Nightmare Abbey. He was a burnt child, and dreaded the fire of female eyes. He wandered about the ample pile, or along the garden-terrace, with 'his cogitative faculties immersed in cogibundity of cogitation.' The terrace terminated at the south-western tower, which, as we have said, was ruinous and full of owls. Here would Scythrop take his evening seat, on a fallen fragment of mossy stone, with his back resting aga
(1818) Satire(Romantic movement) / Humor / Gothic
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This is a sharp satire, in the style of the Gothic novel, which pokes fun at many of the pretensions of the various strata of society. Centred on Nightmare Abbey, the home of the miserable Mr Glowry and his son, Scythrop, the basic story - of a young man who finds himself involved in a love triangle - has elements of farce.
Itís not the easiest book to read, having long stretches of dialogue and musings, but the apt names of the characters do make it easier to follow, and itís a witty and entertaining read.
Thomas Love Peacock (1785 - 1866) was a brilliant satirist and author and Nightmare Abbey is a wonderful example of his work.
Part Swift, part Bunyan, the inhabitants of Nightmare Abbey are foils for Peacock's observations on the zeigeist and fads of his day with a wit so sharp you can shave with it.
I never knew a work from 1818 (though I suspect the version here is the revised one from 1837) could actually make me laugh.