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The Phantom of the Opera

This novel, originally published in 1910, tells the story of a disfigured musical genius who lives in the catacombs beneath the Paris Opera House. He falls in love with a young soprano, Christine Daaé, and becomes obsessed with her. The novel explores themes of love, obsession, and the human desire for beauty and perfection. more

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Gaston Leroux
Gaston Leroux

Gaston Leroux (1868–1927) was a French journalist, novelist, and playwright, best known for writing the gothic thriller "The Phantom of the Opera" published in 1910. Beginning his career as a court reporter and theater critic, he later devoted himself to fiction, producing over 40 novels. "The Phantom of the Opera" became his most enduring work, captivating readers with its mysterious atmosphere and romantic tension. In addition to this masterpiece, he authored "The Mystery of the Yellow Room," considered one of the first locked-room mysteries. Leroux's storytelling skill and vivid imagination significantly influenced the development of detective and horror fiction. His works have been adapted countless times for stage, film, and television, making him one of the most widely read French authors of the early 20th century. He died in Nice on April 15, 1927. more

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