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Further Tales of Edgar Allan Poe’s 1st Detective


Edgar Allan Poe is the author behind one of the world’s first literary detectives, Le Chevalier C. Auguste Dupin. Dupin is exceptionally intelligent, eccentric thinker who takes in all the evidence of a case that others might overlook, and manages to logically dismiss all the alternatives before coming to the correct conclusion. 

He was solving gruesome and complex crimes long before the likes of Sherlock Holmes came on the scene, and yet is a character of much less fame when compared to well known fictional detectives such as Holmes or Poirot. 

This book is a collection of short stories that pays tribute to Dupin. The authors include Clive Barker, Mike Carey, Simon Clark, Joe R. Lansdale, Jonathan Maberry, Elizabeth Massie, Weston Ochse & Yvonne Navarro, Lisa Tuttle and Stephen Volk. 

I think my favourite of the stories in this collection were the ones that explored the legacy of Dupin’s long lost relatives and their inheritance of his crime solving skills, more than the ones that featured Dupin himself. I personally found Dupin’s overall persona from this set of interpretations to be arrogant and dismissive, so not my favourite fictional detective ever. Although it definitely can’t be denied that he has a brilliant mind with extensive general knowledge and logical reasoning. 

For me this wasn't just the discovery of a literary detective I had yet to read, but also of many authors I hadn't read before. A very interesting book to dip in and out of, especially for fans of old fashioned crime and unconventional detectives. 

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