Byways of ghost-landby Elliott O'Donnell
This book, "Byways of ghost-land", by Elliott O'Donnell, is a replication of a book originally published before 1911. It has been restored by human beings, page by page, so that you may enjoy it in a form as close to the original as possible. See more details below
This book, "Byways of ghost-land", by Elliott O'Donnell, is a replication of a book originally published before 1911. It has been restored by human beings, page by page, so that you may enjoy it in a form as close to the original as possible.
- London : W. Rider
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It scared the crap out of me.
Hard to get a grip on where the author gained his rep as a ghost hunter. He seems to be known as a ghost hunter thus gains entry into various establishments to interview abt ghostly experiences. Very little hunting is done in this collection. He seems to have fetish for hands...he mention hands multiple times in this and other works...particularly fond of nails like filberts?
This book is chock-full of the author's ideas on what the true nature of various ghosts, hauntings, and supernatural visitations might be (including copious usage of his own made-up words for such creatures--it rather puts one in mind of the "stop trying to make 'fetch' happen" exchange in 'Mean Girls'), and virtually all of them are silly beyond belief. As an extra bonus, some are offensive beyond belief --- e.g., his assertion that mental disability is the result of "psychical vampires" and that the mentally disabled are all dangerous and should be put to death for humanity's sake; or his repeated snobberies about how the middle and lower classes are just by nature infinitely more inclined towards cruelty, selfishness, and violence, as evidenced by the shape of their money-grubbing, unbeautiful hands (which, paradoxically, he believes develops along with the personality largely through nurture, rather than as a reslt of genetics.) At one point, he writes that he has no choice but to believe in past lives; how else to explain the various misfortunes that have befallen him in his present unblemished lifetime if they are not punishment for past mistakes of a former self? The possibility that he might rather deserve misfortune by merit of being a snobby, bigoted jerk, even for his era (the late 19th-early 20th century) seems never to have occurred to him. And to top it all off, he doesn't even offer much in the way of good ghost stories, and what little he does provide seem to be simply reprints of other people's stories... Ugh. He must have been one of the most obnoxious "artistes" the world has ever known...