Robert W Chambers: 11 books

He was born in Brooklyn, New York, to William P. Chambers (1827–1911), a notable corporate and bankruptcy lawyer, and Caroline Smith Boughton (1842-1913). His parents met when Caroline was twelve years old and William P. was interning with her father, Joseph Boughton, a prominent corporate lawyer....

The Maker of Moons is an 1896 short story collection by Robert W. Chambers which followed the publication of Chambers' most famous work, The King in Yellow (1895).It contained eight new stories, including the title story "The Maker of Moons", one of his weird tales, and several romantic...

The Mystery of Choice is a collection of short stories by Robert W. Chambers, author of The King In Yellow and The Maker of Moons. Published by D. Appleton, New York, in 1897. Distinguished by an atmospheric use of natural scenery, the stories are mostly set in Breton in France. The macabre and eerie feature throughout.

This is a novel written by Robert W. Chambers in 1894, published the year before his seminal short story collection The King In Yellow. The story deals with life in the Quartier Latin, in Paris, where the merry art students live and move and have their being, and over which the halo of romance ever...

Robert William Chambers (May 26, 1865 – December 16, 1933) was an American artist and fiction writer, best known for his book of short stories entitled The King in Yellow, published in 1895.

Robert William Chambers (May 26, 1865 – December 16, 1933) was an American artist and fiction writer, best known for his book of short stories entitled The King in Yellow, published in 1895.

The failure of the old-time firm of Edgerton, Tennant & Co. was unusual only because it was an honest one—the bewildered creditors receiving a hundred cents on a dollar from property not legally involved. Edgerton had been dead for several years; the failure of the firm presently killed old...

Created complete, equipped for sporadic multiplication and later for auto-fertilization, the restless sex, intensely bored by the process of procreation, presently invented an auxiliary and labeled him. A fool proceeding, for the inherited mania for invention obsessed him and he began to invent gods....

There was a big moon over the Bosphorus; the limpid waters off Seraglio Point glimmered; the Golden Horn was like a sheet of beaten silver inset with topaz and ruby where lanterns on rusting Turkish warships dyed the tarnished argent of the flood. Except for these, and the fixed lights on the foreign...

He who grins in clown's disguise Often hides an aching heart— Sadness, sometimes worldly-wise, Dresses for a motley part— Cap, and bells to cheat the ears, Chalk and paint to hide the tears Lest the world, divining pain, Turn to gape and stare again.

There was a red-headed slattern sweeping the veranda—nobody else visible about the house. All the shutters of the stone and timber chalet were closed; cow-barn, stable, springhouse and bottling house appeared to be deserted. Weeds smothered the garden where a fountain played above a brimming basin...