“The avenues of death are numerous and strange.”
Indeed, that they are. Across Poe’s body of work he concocts all manner of strange ends for his characters. Some are driven mad (well quite a few are actually), some commit suicide and some are haunted to an early grave because of gruesome happenings. But that’s all pretty standard stuff for Poe. What’s unusual about this tale when set against the rest of Poe’s writing is its whimsical humour. Poe isn’t funny, at least, in my experience of reading his works. Yet here this is.
I’ve been trying to gain a wider perspective of him these last few days, mainly by reading some of his less popular stories, and arguably, the less successful ones. In this one the narrator encounters a strange creature, more bizarre than macabre, as the Angel of the Odd makes for an unusual figure. Unlike typical angels who fly with grace and majesty, this angel is fat and compared to Shakespeare’s bumbling poor old’ Jack Fallstaff. He is drunk and speaks in slurps and nonsense; his presence only serves to create mischief for those around him. He even intervenes when the narrator tries to kill himself.
So this is an odd story for me. The darkness that seeps into Poe’s most frightening of tones is simply not here and this is what Poe does best, so when he doesn’t do it his writing is lesser in comparison. However, this was entertaining to read, and funny at points, it just didn’t feel like Poe: it’s an unusual one. After reading through Dickinson’s poetry once again last week, I had to revisit Poe. But I think this was a very bad one to pick out. That being said though, it has given me a hankering to go and read some Shakespeare, and that is never a bad thing.
I'm almost though Poe's complete works. I’m looking forward to doing a complete review of them!