Joseph Sheridan Lefanu

""Green Tea"" is a classic supernatural short story written by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, an Irish author known for his contributions to the gothic and ghost story genres. The story was first published in 1869 as part of Le Fanu's collection titled ""In a Glass Darkly."" In ""Green Tea,"" the protagonist, Dr. Martin Hesselius, narrates a chilling tale involving the disturbing and otherworldly experiences of his patient, the Reverend Mr. Jennings. The story explores themes of the supernatural and psychological horror as it delves into the consequences of an encounter with a malevolent presence.Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu is celebrated for his ability to create an eerie and suspenseful atmosphere in his stories, making ""Green Tea"" a noteworthy addition to the realm of supernatural literature. The story is often regarded as one of his finest works.

La leggendaria figura del vampiro molto antica, radicata in culture diversissime tra loro e spesso con caratteristiche diverse a seconda dei casi (come vediamo, per esempio, dai primi due racconti qui presentati, dove nessun vampiro si fa problemi a esporsi alla luce del sole), l'unico punto che tutti i vampiri hanno in comune tra loro la tendenza a nutrirsi del sangue dei vivi, portandoli inevitabilmente alla distruzione. In questo libro sono raccolti quattro tra i pi antichi racconti sull'argomento: Il Vampiro, di John William Polidori, forse il primo a rappresentare la figura del vampiro come elegante gentiluomo, ispirato com'era a Lord Byron; Carmilla, di Joseph Sheridan LeFanu, una delle figure pi ambigue e inquietanti in questo genere di racconti; Il Vampiro e il Soldato, di W. R. S. Ralston, un'antica fiaba russa; Perch il sangue vita, di Francis Marion Crawford, con la sua sinistra presenza ammaliatrice e sensuale, ma incredibilmente pericolosa. Quattro racconti: quattro piccoli classici.

This man had come as noiselessly as a ghost; and everything he did was accomplished with the rapidity and decision that indicated a well-defined and pre-arranged plan. His designs were evidently sinister. I thought he was going to rob and, perhaps, murder me. I lay, nevertheless, like a corpse under his hands. He inserted his hand in my breast pocket, from which he took my precious white rose and all the letters it contained, among which was a paper of some consequence to me.