Some Of The Best Horror Authors You’ve Never Read: Pt. II

Here are a few more authors to consider for your Horror delectation. Please note: this post describes subject matter not written for the young or easily offended. You have been given fair warning.

Ambrose Bierce-An Occurrence At Owl Creek Bridge-Unlike most of the works listed herein, this is a short story. I wanted to include the work because it had a profound impact on me when I first read it. Years later, I found echoes of this story’s premise in a Biercecouple of stories by Borges. I don’t want to give anything away, so I’ll say it’s an existentialist story reflecting the ways we experience time, and Bierce seemed to be a man far ahead of his time: this story is one of many “horror” tales based upon his experiences as a Union officer in the Civil War. An Occurrence At Owl Creek Bridge has been adapted for movies and television with varying degrees of success for the last 100 years. The most recent cinematic use of a work by Bierce is The Damned Thing; adapted by Tobe Hooper for Masters of Horror.

Algernon Blackwood-The Complete John Silence Stories– These stories are as fresh and atmospheric as the day they were written. John Silence was one of the earliest supernatural detectives Blackwoodand surely inspired Clive Barker’s Harry D’Amour. These stories cover everything from werewolves to haunted houses to interdimensional space travel. Dover Publications offers a fine collection of these stories ; a must for any fan of the supernatural.

Cement Garden -Ian McEwen– Yes, Ian McEwan wrote a novella of horror. I believe it may have been his first published work, as a matter of fact, and it shares some of it’s sense of profound unease with William Golding’s theme of children left to their own devices. Unlike Golding, there’s a queasy element of psychosexual cementgardendevelopment. Worse still is the suggestion that the experiences of these children are somehow an improvement over their lives with their late parents. The novella is set in a desolate urban landscape and narrated by the flat and dispassionate voice of 14-year-old Jack. If this one doesn’t scare the stuffing out of you, grab your grubbiest clothing and start your aimless shuffle because, baby, you’re already dead.

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