"Crooken Sands Collected Works Of Bram Stoker" by Bram Stoker. an excerpt from the beginning Mr. Arthur Fernlee Markam who took what was known as the Red House above the Mains of Crooken was a London merchant and being essentially a cockney thought it necessary when he went for the summer holidays to Scotland to provide an entire rig-out as a Highland chieftain as manifest"Crooken Sands Collected Works Of Bram Stoker" by Bram Stoker. an excerpt from the beginning Mr. Arthur Fernlee Markam who took what was known as the Red House above the Mains of Crooken was a London merchant and being essentially a cockney thought it necessary when he went for the summer holidays to Scotland to provide an entire rig-out as a Highland chieftain as manifested in chromolithographs and on the music-hall stage. He had once seen in the Empire the Great Prince-- The Bounder King --bring down the house by appearing as The MacSlogan of that Ilk and singing the celebrated Scotch song. There s naething like haggis to mak a mon dry and he had ever since preserved in his mind a faithful image of the picturesque and warlike appearance which he presented. Indeed if the true inwardness of Mr. Markam s mind on the subject of his selection of Aberdeenshire as a summer resort were known it would be found that in the foreground of the holiday locality which his fancy painted stalked the many hued figure of the MacSlogan of that Ilk. However be this as it may a very kind fortune--certainly so far as external beauty was concerned--led him to the choice of Crooken Bay. It is a lovely spot between Aberdeen and Peterhead just under the rock-bound headland whence the long dangerous reefs known as The Spurs run out into the North Sea. Between this and the Mains of Crooken --a village sheltered by the northern cliffs--lies the deep bay backed with a multitude of bent-grown dunes where the rabbits are to be found in thousands. Thus at either end of the bay is a rocky promontory and when the dawn or the sunset falls on the rocks of red syenite the effect is very lovely. The bay itself is floored with level sand and the tide runs far out leaving a smooth waste of hard sand on which are dotted here and there the stake nets and bag nets of the salmon fishers. At one end of the bay there is a little group or cluster of rocks whose heads are raised something above high water except when in rough weather the waves come over them green. At low tide they are exposed down to sand level and here is perhaps the only little bit of dangerous sand on this part of the eastern coast. Between the rocks which are apart about some fifty feet is a small quicksand which like the Goodwins is dangerous only with the incoming tide. It extends outwards till it is lost in the sea and inwards till it fades away in the hard sand of the upper beach. On the slope of the hill which rises beyond the dunes midway between the Spurs and the Port of Crooken is the Red House. It rises from the midst of a clump of fir-trees which protect it on three sides leaving the whole sea front open. A trim old-fashioned garden stretches down to the roadway on crossing which a grassy path which can be used for light vehicles threads a way to the shore winding amongst the sand hills....
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Crooken Sands Reviews
Classic/Horror short story by Bram Stoker.A London merchant takes his family on a Scottish vacation and ends up experiencing a most mysterious horrifying adventure...
Vanity of vanities! All is vanity! See thyself and repent ere the quicksand swallow thee!Rating: 3.5/5Crooken Sands is a short story by Bram Stoker, probably most well known for his classical vampire fiction, Dracula. I got this for free a long time ago on Kindle for free, and just found it was a very short story – only 28 pages – and decided to read it over a cup of coffee.As a large fan of horror, there’s always something I love, that makes me squeak when I read a classical horror novel or story. This is what forged the horror network as it was today – Stoker himself was the first author to ever write about vampires, to create them into the genre they are today. This is my first story by Stoker, and truth be told, I’m extremely excited.As a Scotsman, the opening of the story was incredibly exciting for me, as silly as that seems. To see Stoker go into such detail about clans of the past, the important of plaid and obviously having done his research into geography, this was really a treat. It’s not often people do this, it really isn’t often at all, and it’s a bit of downer when reading works about Scotland. Knowing Stoker was an Irishman, makes this slightly special, for me at least, and it’s something that did genuinely excite me.Unfortunately, this story really. Bored me. At 37%, I almost did not finish this, but pushed on merely because I just don’t have the time to add another read to my reading challenge for another DNF this late on in the year. I did not have time to make my reading challenge 501 books, rather than 500 just to make up for one 20 page read I couldn’t finish; I’m glad I DNF and continued with this.Around 50% this does pick up quickly, with the main character’s downfall, literally, for a few passages, and there it begins to get interesting. This becomes a man struggle to find himself, something that finally peaked my interest, maybe a little too late on. I quickly became engrossed in this, and binge read it to the end, suddenly shocked at how it was over and there was no more to read from it.This is a struggle of a man with his morality and how he struggles with understanding how it may be his downfall. In a way, some may say that this is similar to the tale and moral within The Picture of Dorian Gray, although still very different within its own tale. I found my interest very piqued, and then the twist at the end left my mouth hanging open; I was in total shock.I previously wished I hadn’t started reading this story, but now I am utterly grateful that this was my first Stoker story. I relished it, maybe a little too late through the book, but I enjoyed it, and I cannot wait to read more by him.
I was pretty bored with this story.. The plot is ingenious with Bram Stoker's touch in the atmosphere of growing and intensifying darkness.. Man's vanity is expressed in brief but sharp manner..