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Angela Carter - Burning Your Boats (Short Story Collection)

Angela Carter - Burning Your Boats (Short Story Collection)

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Burning Your Boats
The Collected Short Stories
 by Angela Carter 
with an Introduction by Salman Rushdie
Back Cover:
One of our most imaginative and accomplished writers, Angela Carter left behind a dazzlingarray of work: essays, criticism, and fiction. But it is in her short stories that her extraordinary talents-- as a fabulist, feminist, social critic, and weaver of tales -- are most penetratingly evident. Thisvolume presents Carter's considerable legacy of short fiction, gathered from published books, andincludes early and previously unpublished stories. From reflections on jazz and Japan, throughvigorous refashionings of classic folklore and fairy tales, to stunning snapshots of modern life in all itstawdry glory, we are able to chart the evolution of Carter's marvelous, magical vision."A treasure chest of literary and aesthetic experience. . . mysterious, glamorous, beautiful." -- CarolynSee,
The Washington Post 
"Carter's ability to probe the secret places in the human psyche, where mysterious erotic longings andunacknowledged links with the unearthly lie buried, verges on the supernatural."
-- The Philadelphia Inquirer 
"Her imagination was one of the most dazzling of this century." -- Marina Warner "An amazing plum pudding. . . you should not miss this book." -- Margaret Atwood,
Toronto Globe &Mail 
PENGUIN BOOKSPublished by the Penguin Group Penguin Books USA Inc., 375 Hudson Street, New York, New York 10014, U.S.A.Penguin Books Ltd, 27 Wrights Lane, London W8 5TZ, EnglandPenguin Books Australia Ltd, Ringwood, Victoria, AustraliaPenguin Books Canada Ltd, 10 Alcorn Avenue,Toronto, Ontario, Canada M4V 3B2Penguin Books (N.Z.) Ltd, 182-190 Wairau Road,Auckland 10, New
Penguin Books Ltd, Registered Offices: Harmondsworth, Middlesex, EnglandFirst published in Great Britain by Chatto
Windus Limited 1995First published in the United States of America byHenry Holt and Company, Inc. 1996Published in Penguin Books 19971 3 5 7 9 10Copyright © The Estate of Angela Carter, 1995Introduction copyright © Salman Rushdie, 1995All rights reserved
 Black Venus
was first published in the United States of America under thetitle
Saints and Strangers
and is used by permission of Viking Penguin,a division of Penguin Books USA Inc.Copyright © Angela Carter 1985, 1986.Salman Rushdie's introduction is reprinted by permission of The Wylie Agency, Inc.THE LIBRARY OF CONGRESS HAS CATALOGUED THE HENRY HOLT EDITION AS FOLLOWS:Carter, Angela, 1940-1992.Burning your boats: the collected short stories/Angela Carter; with an introduction by Salman Rushdie. p. cm."A John Macrae book."
Includes bibliographical references.ISBN 0-8050-4462-0 (hc.)ISBN 0 14 02.5528 1 (pbk.)I. Title. PR6053.A73B87 1996 95-26312 823'.914-dc20Printed in the United States of AmericaSet in SabonExcept in the United States of America, this book is sold subject to the conditionthat it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, hired out, or otherwise circulated without the publisher's prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition includingthis condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
Introduction by Salman Rushdie
EARLY WORK, 1962-6
The Man Who Loved a Double BassA Very, Very Great Lady and Her Son at HomeA Victorian Fable (with Glossary)
A Souvenir of JapanThe Executioner's Beautiful Daughter The Loves of Lady PurpleThe Smile of Winter Penetrating to the Heart of the ForestFlesh and the Mirror Master ReflectionsElegy for a Freelance
The Bloody Chamber The Courtship of Mr LyonThe Tiger's BridePuss-in-BootsThe Erl-KingThe Snow ChildThe Lady of the House of LoveThe Werewolf The Company of WolvesWolf-Alice
Black VenusThe KissOur Lady of the MassacreThe Cabinet of Edgar Allan PoeOverture and Incidental Music for 
 A Midsummer Night's Dream
Peter and the Wolf The Kitchen ChildThe Fall River Axe Murders
Lizzie's Tiger John Ford's
'Tis Pity She's a Whore
Gun for the DevilThe Merchant of ShadowsThe Ghost ShipsIn PantolandAshputtle
The Mother's GhostAlice in Prague
The Curious RoomImpressions: The Wrightsman Magdalene
The Scarlet HouseThe Snow PavilionThe Quilt Maker 
Afterword to
First Publications
The last time I visited Angela Carter, a few weeks before she died, she had insisted on dressingfor tea, in spite of being in considerable pain. She sat bright-eyed and erect, head cocked like a parrot's,lips satirically pursed, and got down to the serious teatime business of giving and receiving the latestdirt: sharp, foulmouthed, passionate.That is what she was like: spikily outspoken -- once, after I'd come to the end of a relationshipof which she had not approved, she telephoned me to say, "
You're going to be seeing a
moreof me from now on" -- and at the same time courteous enough to overcome mortal suffering for thegentility of a formal afternoon tea.Death genuinely pissed Angela off, but she had one consolation. She had taken out an"immense" life insurance policy shortly before the cancer struck. The prospect of the insurers beingobliged, after receiving so few payments, to hand out a fortune to "her boys" (her husband, Mark, andher son, Alexander) delighted her greatly, and inspired a great gloating black-comedy aria at which itwas impossible not to laugh.She planned her funeral carefully. My instructions were to read Marvell's poem
On a Drop of  Dew.
This was a surprise. The Angela Carter I knew had always been the most scatologicallyirreligious, merrily godless of women; yet she wanted Marvell's meditation on the immortal soul --"that Drop, that Ray / Of the clear Fountain of Eternal Day" -- spoken over her dead body. Was this alast, surrealist joke, of the "thank God, I die an atheist" variety, or an obeisance to the metaphysicianMarvell's high symbolic language from a writer whose own favoured language was also pitched high,and replete with symbols? It should be noted that no divinity makes an appearance in Marvell's poem,

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