By Claire Booth
In honor of Father’s Day, I went back and re-read a few of stories by the “Father of Detective Fiction,” Edgar Allan Poe.
Today’s holiday is not one he would have celebrated – his father abandoned him when he was little, he never got along with his foster father, and he never had children. But he does have many, many descendants.
All of us who write tales of deduction, psychological suspense, or the evil that lurks in the human heart owe a debt to the “Father.” His genre now bursts with creativity and variety, which is a virtual guarantee that it will be around for many, many Father’s Days to come.
If you're interested in reading what got the whole thing started, visit detective C. Auguste Dupin in Paris in "The Murders in the Rue Morgue" (1841). Finish the Dupin trilogy with "The Murder of Marie Roget" (1843), and "The Purloined Letter" (1845).