My favorite writer is Edgar Allen Poe. I love the way he writes. I have always read his short stories and poems and really enjoyed them. They were first told to me as scary stories. This is how I first remember hearing of him. But instead of scaring me (although I did understand the creep out factor) I fell in love with them. I have quite a few books of collections of his work, as well as biographies of the writer himself.
The people who told me these tales around a campfire with intent to scare me did not know that this was actually the type of story that would intrigue me. I have a taste for the morbid side of things, as strange as it is to say. And by looking at me you couldn’t tell that I have that interest. But I have always as long as I could remember, taken a liking to the dark aspects of things. To each his own I guess.
This is why I love the way Poe writes. He writes about things that are dark and scary. I love to just sit down and spend the day reading his writings. And although I have read the same stories numerous times, they never seem to get old. There is always entertainment in what he wrote. Poe is known as the father of the modern detective story. He contributed greatly to the horror and science fiction genre and is a very famous poet today. Not only were his stories really intriguing, but his life was somewhat interesting and a mystery of its own.
He grew up in Boston and after his father ran off, his mother passed away a year later from alcoholism. He was taken in by a foster family. He attended college in Richmond for a year, but after deciding it wasn’t for him, he moved back to Boston and lived with his aunt and cousin. He joined the military and shortly after being discharged, he married his first cousin, Virginia Clemm. She was 13 at the time and he was 26. After a while she had gotten very ill with tuberculosis and the stress of her illness caused Poe to drink even more heavily. It is said that her death can be said to have been the inspiration in a lot of his stories.
He was born in 1809 and died when he was 40 years old. There have been many speculations as to what caused his death. Although his medical records and death certificate have been lost, old newspapers said that his cause of death was “congestion of the brain” of “cerebral inflammation”. This lead to the idea that his alcoholism is what killed him. But of course other rumors flew saying in was tuberculosis, his addiction to drugs, epilepsy, heart disease, syphilis, rabies, etc. But I guess the truth will never be known for sure. It will remain a mystery. But his writings still continue to be famous today. And I enjoy reading them so much.