Short Story Night: The Masque of the Red Death
And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.
Those cheery words are the last lines of Edgar Allan Poe's Gothic horror tale, "The Masque of the Red Death," the short story for the next Short Story Night, sponsored by the Neenah Public Library. As with the previous month's discussion, this one, too, will be a Zoom session on Monday, July 13th, from 7:00 - 8:00 p.m. (click this link on that date and time to participate: https://us02web.zoom.us/j/81668406602).
It's not lost on any of us, I'm sure, how timely this story is. With the novel coronavirus plaguing the world, we now have our own Red Death and our own invincible Prince Prospero, who's insulated himself (so he thinks) from the contagion and acted as if the rest of us are welcome to hand baskets to you know where. Our plague, after all, is 99% harmless and, to this prince's masquerades, one need not wear a mask if one so chooses.
Be that as it may, we should wish Covid-19 on no one, though one couldn't help but gain a better understanding of the term poetic justice if it did happen, as it has to another denier, President Jair Bolsonaro of Brazil.
The photo to the right is of an entrance to the owner's suite at Mar-a-Lago. Knock, knock.