To be honest… I didn’t read that many books when I was a child. Being a literary student, that may be an ironic statement.
There were some books I found enjoyable. Ture Sventon, for example, is a Swedish book series by Åke Holmberg, where the plot revolves around a lisping private detective in the heart of Stockholm, battling against his arch nemesis Ville Vessla (“Ville the Weasel”). Astrid Lindgren (you American readers perhaps recognizes one of her most famous works Pippi Longstocking) is one of the most profilic writers in the Swedish literary world, as well as one of the most beloved media personalities in our country. These, and a couple of others, I enjoyed… but that was all. My main focus was cartoons.
I didn’t discover horror fiction until I was in my teens. When I was 13, I read Stephen King’s Pet Sematary, and from that day I was obsessed. It wasn’t long after that I discovered H.P. Lovecraft. (Yes, I know, the obvious cliche about those two legendary writers being the first ones you were introduced to. I wish I could be more original.)
But the one who pushed me over the edge, so to speak – and the one who sparked my interest in writing stories of my own – was Edgar Allan Poe. This master of the macabre and grotesque awoke something in me that I hadn’t considered in all my life:
I wanted to create stories.
It was something in his beautifully orchestrated language, his poetic, horric images, and the detailed portraits of insane minds that fascinated me more than both King and Lovecraft. I have always loved stories about monster or alien creatures, but Poe was nothing like that. He focused on the human psyche, insanity, horrific sights and experiences that may be real, but just as much psychotic imaginations or allegorical representations.
From that moment on… I started my amateurish literary career.
Do I have anything published to show for it?
But someday I will.
That’s one of the main reasons for my search.
Anyone who has the same quest? Or has already reached that state?