The Masque of the Red Death
"The Masque of the Red Death" is a deliciously creepy and wonderfully bizarre story written by that early American master of Gothic horror, Edgar Allan Poe. Poe first published it as "The Mask of the Red Death. A Fantasy" in the May 1842 issue of Graham's Magazine, a Philadelphia literary magazine for which he served as editor. He later published a slightly revised version of the story under the title by which it's known today, "The Masque of the Red Death," in a July 1845 issue of a magazine called the Broadway Journal.
Edgar Allan Poe (who lived from 1809-1849) was a poet, essayist, and short story writer, particularly famous for writing dark, mysterious, and death-centered pieces. (His life, it turns out, was just about as mysterious as some of his stories – check out a biography.) Poe had a talent for writing terrifying and spine-tingly tales: many of his short stories are now considered horror classics. He also had a mad sense of style and an incredible imagination, which allowed him to paint vivid and unforgettable images with words. Both qualities are on display in "The Masque of the Red Death," which is among the most colorful and the creepiest of his stories. It's the tale of a dreamlike masquerade ball thrown by the half-mad Prince Prospero during the height of a terrible plague. Most intriguing of all, however, is the arrival of a most unfortunate guest…
Besides his poems and stories, Poe is also famous for his unique theory of writing. He thought that every work of poetry or short fiction should aim to create a single "effect": one particularly intense feeling, emotion, or experience in the reader. Everything in the story, down to the level of the individual words, is supposed to be carefully selected by the author to bring about the effect.
"The Masque of the Red Death" is one of Poe's most brilliant successes on that front. From the opening line every element of the story feels perfectly designed to create a growing sense of dread. At the same time, Poe's wildly imaginative setting gives the story a make-believe feel (he did call it a "fantasy," after all) that draws the reader in completely. It's as if Poe is able to pull you right out of reality, into his (or is it Prospero's?) own dream. Which happens to be one heck of a nightmare.
Why Should I Care?
Being reminded that nobody escapes death just doesn't get any more fun than this. In only fourteen paragraphs, Poe creates a Gothic wonderland that will give you a serious case of the spine-tinglies and set your imagination all atwitter. The story's imagery is just as wonderfully weird and dramatic. The language is so grave and dark it practically screams to be read aloud by Christopher Lee. And if you're into solving puzzles, the story's got enough allusion and symbolism to keep you figuring it out for a good long while.
Besides being a horror buff's dream, "Masque of the Red Death" may also have some interesting things to say about art. In what ways is an artist like a sorcerer? Do art and madness always go together? Is art above morality? What's the relationship between art and death? Those are all questions Poe explores through the surprisingly complex character of Prince Prospero.
So read "The Masque of the Red Death," and let yourself discover the fantastic world of Poe and Prospero's madness. Find out why some have called this Poe's own twisted remake of Shakespeare's The Tempest. And witness for yourself the mother of all party crashes.