This is taken from the front pages of Poe Goes Punk.

I WANT YOU to try something. Go find someone and say the name Edgar Allan Poe. Make note of their reaction and come report back. I’ll wait here.

Did they recite the opening lines of“The Raven”? Confess how much “The Cask of Amontillado” creeped them out? Roll their eyes and recount the horrors of English class and their teacher’s unnatural love for the sensory imagery in “The Fall of the House of Usher”?  I’ll bet that anybody you try this on will give you an immediate reaction.

Love him or hate him, everyone knows who Poe is.

His stories have stood the test of time because readers fall in love with the haunting but beautiful language of his tales, poetry, and plays. Writers look to his stories as a master class in creating mood and tension. Reading and analyzing “The Tell-Tale Heart” is still a rite of passage for high schoolers. And the sheer number of adaptations and recordings of his works alone is a testament to his cultural influence. Small wonder that nearly two hundred years after his death, we continue to read and study Poe. But why punk his stories?

Punk fiction is more than it first appears to be. Dieselpunk is not all leather bomber jackets and loud engines. Gears, goggles, and corsets are the surface of steampunk. And, yeah, cyberpunk is gonna have chips and mirrorshades, but look a little closer.

Punk fiction throws light into dark corners of the mind and heart. It explores the lives of misfits, criminals, outcasts, detectives, scientists, and loners. Through the characters we glimpse into the depths of madness, rage, and obsession. And that’s not all. The scope of punk fiction is not limited to darkness and despair. There is humor and love and light and humanity in all its rawness.

But you know who did all of that first, right?

Choosing Poe as the inspiration for this anthology was easy because his stories are widely known and loved by readers and writers alike. The subject matter is timeless and adapts to other settings easily. And we just couldn’t resist playing in his sandbox.