Edgar Allan Poe reminds me of Hemingway; both intrigue me as people, and both lead interesting lives, yet their writing is a drag and bore.
A couple of stories were okay, don’t get me wrong. But, he was terrible at writing prose. Just terrible. The flow of his clunky sentences gave me a headache; no real buildup or suspense was ever created, even in the better stories such as The Tell-Tale-Heart. A few of the stories were plain boring, without a plot to interest the reader. No wonder Twain said he could only read Poe’s prose on a salary.
His poetry is ordinary. The standout poem; ‘The Raven’ is just okay, but only because it borrowed its flow from an Elizabeth Barrett Browning poem. Without the flow, it’s just a bunch of dark bland imagery thrown together for the sake of it, lacking any real depth or merit. ‘A Dream Within A Dream’, ‘Annabel Lee’, ‘Alone’? Give me a break. It’s doggerel, complete with awkward flow and inconsistent meter.
Source: Goodreads. Michael.