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The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket - Edgar Poe

The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket

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Take an exhilarating voyage across the boundless sea in this captivating tale of the clever and daring young protagonist, Pym. Hailing from the picturesque landscapes of New England, Pym embarks on an unexpected escapade by stealthily boarding a magnificent whaling vessel, accompanied by his spirited companion, Augustus, the captain's intrepid son.

Prepare to be entranced as you journey alongside these audacious boys, as their lives teeter on the precipice of astonishing discoveries and perilous encounters. Brace yourself for the heart-pounding excitement that lies ahead as you bear witness to a myriad of spine-chilling events, including treacherous mutinies, raw savagery, uncharted cannibalistic rituals, and relentless pursuits through treacherous waves.

Immerse yourself in the depths of this narrative that not only showcases the unfathomable resilience of the human spirit but also delves into the enigmatic depths of the human psyche. As the story unravels, you will be captivated by the intricate complexities of friendship, loyalty, and the profound desire for adventure that pulsate through the veins of these valiant voyagers.

Through its alluring blend of suspense, danger, and visceral intensity, this tale will leave an indelible mark on the reader's imagination. Prepare to be spellbound as you embark on an unforgettable expedition through the capricious currents of destiny, where every twist and turn holds unforeseen surprises. With every page turn, you will be transported to the unexplored corners of existence, where the boundaries of morality and survival intertwine in an unprecedented manner.

The exhilarating journey awaits you - get ready to surrender to the enthralling charm of this mesmerizing sea odyssey.

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Preface

Upon my return to the United States a few months ago, after the extraordinary series of adventure in the South Seas and elsewhere, of which an account is given in the following pages, accident threw me into the society of several gentlemen in Richmond, Va., who felt deep interest in all matters relating to the regions I had visited, and who were constantly urging it upon me, as a duty, to give my narrative to the public. I had several reasons, however, for declining to do so, some of which were of a nature altogether private, and concern no person but myself; others not so much so. One consideration which deterred me was that, having kept no journal during a greater portion of the time in which I was absent, I feared I should not be able to write, from mere memory, a statement so minute and connected as to have the appearance of that truth it would really possess, barring only the natural and unavoidable exaggeration to which all of us are prone when detailing events which have had powerful influence in exciting the imaginative faculties. Another reason was, that the incidents to be narrated were of a nature so positively marvellous that, unsupported as my assertions must necessarily be (except by the evidence of a single individual, and he a half-breed Indian), I could only hope for belief among my family, and those of my friends who have had reason, through life, to put faith in my veracity – the probability being that the public at large would regard what I should put forth as merely an impudent and ingenious fiction. A distrust in my own abilities as a writer was, nevertheless, one of the principal causes which prevented me from complying with the suggestions of my advisers.

Among those gentlemen in Virginia who expressed the greatest interest in my statement, more particularly in regard to that portion of it which related to the Antarctic Ocean, was Mr. Poe, lately editor of the Southern Literary Messenger, a monthly magazine, published by Mr. Thomas W. White, in the city of Richmond. He strongly advised me, among others, to prepare at once a full account of what I had seen and undergone, and trust to the shrewdness and common sense of the public – insisting, with great plausibility, that however roughly, as regards mere authorship, my book should be got up, its very uncouthness, if there were any, would give it all the better chance of being received as truth.

Notwithstanding this representation, I did not make up my mind to do as he suggested. He afterward proposed (finding that I would not stir in the matter) that I should allow him to draw up, in his own words, a narrative of the earlier portion of my adventures, from facts afforded by myself, publishing it in the Southern Messenger under the garb of fiction. To this, perceiving no objection, I consented, stipulating only that my real name should be retained. Two numbers of the pretended fiction appeared, consequently, in the Messenger for January and February (1837), and, in order that it might certainly be regarded as fiction, the name of Mr. Poe was affixed to the articles in the table of contents of the magazine.

The manner in which this ruse was received has induced me at length to undertake a regular compilation and publication of the adventures in question; for I found that, in spite of the air of fable which had been so ingeniously thrown around that portion of my statement which appeared in the

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