by Symeon J. Thompson
The desire to escape death, or to master it, is understandable. In Boccaccio’s Decameron, the nobility seal themselves away to avoid the plague, telling stories to amuse themselves. For Edgar Allan Poe this self-isolation takes on a darker hue.
In The Masque of the Red Death, the ruler, the “sagacious” Prince Prospero takes a thousand of his nobles and, welding the doors of his castle shut, leaves the external world to take care of itself as it is ravaged by the…
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