Great Edgar Allan Poe Stories You Might Not Have Read

 

Time to catch up with everyone’s favourite creep(y writer) with three of the Best Edgar Allan Poe Stories you might not have read

 

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Three Of The Best Edgar Allan Poe Stories You Might Not Have Read

 By Talia McBride

 

1. The Cask of Amontillado

THE thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that gave utterance to a threat.

A relentless revenge tale that thrusts ‘You’ The reader into the story and onto the side of our narrator, who, grief stricken or grief giver, descends, quite literally, into homicidal madness.

The creeping psychological dysfunction of the narrator is trumped only by the chilling, rattling end to this dishonorable tale.

Poe was critical of alcohol and drug use, a theme that is touched on here as well.

2. The Black Cat

FOR the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief. Mad indeed would I be to expect it, in a case where my very senses reject their own evidence. Yet, mad am I not—and very surely do I not dream. But to-morrow I die, and to-day I would unburthen my soul.

Another questionable narrator, who professes a love of cats while simultaneously destroying the thing he loves. There is also a link to the ‘The Cask’ and Poe’s love of using walls, rooms, doors and barriers as touchstones to slipping sanity. One of Poe’s darkest (that’s saying something), The Black Cat is by no means an easy read but it is an engaging and rewarding one.

Poe again tackles alcoholism as a disease. This time it is the narrator who suffers from it’s grip.

3. Fall of the House of Usher

 

DURING the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.

 

A personal favorite, Poe’s maddening totality is demonstrated as every moment and movement is relevant to the story. Fans of Mark Danielewski will appreciate the house as human body, crumbling and deteriorating. All the elements are there, and as the unnamed narrator reads the Mad Tryst to the possessed Roderick, the story within the story completes Poe’s haunting, fervent tale.

 

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