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    A Tale of the Ragged Mountains
    A Tale of the Ragged Mountains
    A Tale of the Ragged Mountains
    Audiobook31 minutes

    A Tale of the Ragged Mountains

    Written by Edgar Allan Poe

    Narrated by Patrick Lawlor

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    "A Tale of the Ragged Mountains," published in 1844, is a short story written by Edgar Allan Poe partially based on his experiences while a student at the University of Virginia. Set near Charlottesville, it is the only one of Poe's stories to take place in Virginia. It was first published in 1844. "A Tale of the Ragged Mountains" highlights scientific theories of Poe's day, engages with British imperial history and forecasts contemporary interest in psychoactive drugs, the transmigration of the soul and the dynamics of the doctor-patient relationship.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherListen & Live Audio
    Release dateSep 27, 2022
    ISBN9781593165390
    A Tale of the Ragged Mountains
    Author

    Edgar Allan Poe

    Edgar Allan Poe was born in Boston in 1809. His parents, both touring actors, died before he was three. He was raised by John Allan, a prosperous Virginian merchant. Poe published his first volume of poetry while still a teenager. He worked as an editor for magazines in Philadelphia, Richmond and New York, and achieved respect as a literary critic. In 1836, he married his thirteen year-old cousin. It was only with the publication of The Raven and other Poems in 1845 that he achieved national fame as a writer. Poe died in mysterious circumstances in 1849.

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