Barbara H. Solomon Book order (chronological)

They are the fearful images that have stalked humanity’s nightmares for centuries, supernatural creatures that feast on flesh and haunt the soul, macabre and uncanny beings that frighten and fascinate the imagination. Vampires, Zombies, Werewolves, and Ghosts collects classic stories from literary masters inspired by folklore and mythology who dared to explore the darker side of human nature and crafted tales that defied convention, stirred up controversy, and gave life to a storytelling genre that has endured for generations. With stories by Charles Dickens, Rudyard Kipling, Henry James, Anne Sexton, Oscar Wilde, Yvonne Navarro, Fritz Leiber, Ramsey Campbell, Chelsea Quinn Yarbro, Angela Carter, and others…

This stunning collection of 28 stories brings readers a literary portrait of the American family from 1894 to today. A collection of works that captures the essence of American families from living together and apart to loving and letting go.Regret / Kate Chopin --The lombardy poplar / Mary Wilkins Freeman --The widow's might / Charlotte Perkins Gilman --Old Rogaum and his Theresa / Theodore Dreiser --The sorrows of gin / John Cheever --I stand here ironing / Tillie Olsen --Simple and Counsin F.D. Roosevelt Brown / Langston Hughes --The sky is gray / Ernest J. Gaines --My Coney Island uncle / Harvey Swados --My son the murderer / Bernard Malamud --Final dwarf / Henry Roth --And Sarah laughed / Joanne Greenberg --Wedding day / Roberta Silman --The legacy of Beau Kremel / Stephen Wolf --Kiswana Brown / Gloria Naylor --Tuesdays / Mary Hedin --Afloat / Ann Beattie --Winterblossom garden / David Low --Old things / Bobbie Ann Mason --Starlight / Marian Thurm --The writer in the family / E.L. Doctorow --The rich brother / Tobias Wolff --My legacy / Don Zacharia --Violation / Mary Gordon --Appropriate affect / Sue Miller --What I did for love / Lynne Sharon Schwartz --Still of some use / John Updike --Elephant / Raymond Carver

A green and yellow parrot, hanging in a cage outside, repeatedly squawked, "Allez vous-en! Allez vous-en! Sapristi! That's all right!" It could speak a bit of Spanish and an unintelligible language, while a mockingbird nearby whistled persistently. Mr. Pontellier, frustrated by the noise, left his seat at the main house to find some peace. The parrot and mockingbird belonged to Madame Lebrun, who had every right to their noise, while Mr. Pontellier could escape when he wished. He settled in a wicker rocker outside his cottage, the fourth from the main building, and attempted to read a day-old newspaper. It was Sunday, and the latest papers hadn't arrived yet. He skimmed familiar market reports and editorials, occasionally glancing around. The noise from the main house intensified, where the Farival twins played piano duets, and Madame Lebrun bustled about, giving orders in a high voice. She was a fresh, pretty woman in white, her skirts crinkling as she moved. Nearby, a lady in black walked thoughtfully, counting her beads. Many guests had gone to Cheniere Caminada for mass, while some young people played croquet under the wateroaks. Mr. Pontellier's two young sons, aged four and five, were there, accompanied by a quadroon nurse who seemed lost in thought.