A mystery solved by Edgar Allan Poe, with the unlikely assistance of Davy Crockett. The use of language is a real treat in this book. The juxtaposition of Poe's and Crockett's speech had me "LOL" many times.
a string of murders is linked by one word. it is a terrifying lure that ensnares poe in a deadly investigation.
This wasn't a comedy? This wasn't a parody?
I was surprised to realize that this book wasn't a comedy. I was laughing happily at the ridiculous prose (crafted to imitate Poe's writing style) and the clever, over-the-top parodies of both Crockett's and Poe's characters. But as I read on, I realized that the novel possibly wasn't intended to be funny. Did I misunderstand? I came to Amazon.Com to find out. Well. Here I found it. It's supposed to be a deadly serious book. None of the reviewers, neither professional nor readers like myself, describe the book as a parody. (Or even acknowledge the parody.) As I read on, I found myself less and less willing to put up with the author's style. Unable to trust it as humor, it's simply a tedious book. I didn't finish it.