Title Countess black
Author Rebecca Johns
Data 2011, 323 p., bound
Garzanti Editore Books (contemporary series Storytellers)
The lady of the castle must have known that his home nestled between a person so unfair that even hoped to be able to take his place.
Darvulia now standing before me and asked me, without losing your temper, what kind of punishment meant to inflict Amalia. Instead, I shook the pen in his hand and drops of wet ink the letter I was writing. I looked down and saw that the slick was spreading, covering the written word only a moment before. Amalia had betrayed me. The ink stain continued to increase until I saw only black.
It is a night in August of 1614 when the Rev. Nicolas Zacharias puts the pen in his inkwell.
He just finished writing a letter to inform the other of the diocese that the Rev. woman who lived for four years locked up in the tower of his castle, buried alive, Countess Erzsébet Báthory, passed away in guilt, by refusing to the last to repent of their sins. Attached to the letter is a sheaf of papers written by the Countess of fist for her son Pal. In those papers Erzsébet, in the long years of imprisonment, you have poured their lives: they are often impregnated with horror, and yet, how often the Rev. Nicolas, who also blamed the, legend has found the woman to cry so lonely, for frustrated his hopes and projects missed? How many times have you broke my heart to you?
So begins the book by Rebecca Johns on the life of Erzsébet Báthory, the Hungarian countess still listed as one of the most sadistic and brutal murderers of history. Erzsébet, mentioned by the grim name of 'Blood Countess' or 'Countess Dracula', in life tortured and killed dozens of girls who worked at his service. Practiced the occult and black magic, and was one of the first serial criminals, accused of having committed crimes against humanity, bringing the food rumors and gossip about him that even now make it a dark and mysterious character.
But who was really the woman behind the legend that depicts the vampire as a creature ready to dive in the blood of his victims to benefit from it in beauty?
Rebecca Johns, in my opinion, is very honest in tracing the portrait of Countess Báthory, leaving aside the mythical and distinctly macabre aspect that could only attract fans of horror or vampire genre. The Johns chooses to approach the countess by keeping quiet about the appearance of a witch, and murderous character, and brings to the fore, however, the deep humanity of woman, daughter, sister, wife, lover and mother. And it does so with a sophisticated style but sliding, allowing us to approach Erzsébet now, including his torment as a result of choices made by others for her, violence, deception, abuse of which is constrained by its status as a woman in a world of brutal and distinctly masculine.
A world where he must learn to defend themselves by any means. Erzsébet Báthory
We understand that it is not the monster of legends and traditions, but a woman become powerful thanks to his cunning, he has always fought to maintain its position and had to defend his luck with the nails and teeth, only in the hope of ensuring a future for children.
was undoubtedly a killer, not at all justify Rebecca Johns for his crimes. But it's interesting how the author delves into the innermost thoughts of the Countess, eviscerating emotions and anxieties, and bringing the reader, if not absolution, certainly understand the logic that guided his actions: the insane fear of losing control, of not having power, which was basically the only thing that the countess had never gotten on its own merits .
A book very well written, with sublime gothic atmosphere and a good reconstruction of the historical period in which the events took place. But especially with a player of great psychological depth, full of faces, made of light and shadow. Especially Shadow. And a proud and combative character.
I was forced to set an example to remind all that even if Ferenc if he took them to bed I was always directing the house and provide for their maintenance. What was I ... to make room for their insolence? Let me be turned into the laughing stock of the house? If they had the courage to go to bed with my husband, and even the gall to brag about in front of me, I would have done everything possible because they could not do it again a second time. Fell within my rights as a noblewoman, in addition to his wife.
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