I remember when I first read this story, years ago, and found it to be pretty bland. It is more of a commentary than a story. The one thing that stood out to me this time was the brutality of the crime, much worse than the average Holmes story, but more true to life in that it was based on real life. I think we tend to have a rose-colored perspective of the 19th century, but really it was profuse with some of the same issues, and the same barbarity of crimes, that exist today.
Despite the slow pace of the Dupin stories, I do wish Poe had written a full-blown detective series, just like I wish Melville had written more Royal Navy stories. Then perhaps there would be more of these humorous random moments:
...the Prefect broke forth at once into explanations of his own views, interspersing them with long comments upon the evidence; of which latter we were not yet in possession. He discoursed much, and beyond doubt, learnedly; while I hazarded an occasional suggestion as the night wore drowsily away. Dupin, sitting steadily in his accustomed arm-chair, was the embodiment of respectful attention. He wore spectacles, during the whole interview; and an occasional signal glance beneath their green glasses, sufficed to convince me that he slept not the less soundly, because silently, throughout the seven or eight leaden-footed hours which immediately preceded the departure of the Prefect.
It's early days, but so far The Old Manse by Hawthorne is my favorite from the Deal Me In challenge. I can't really explain it, but I feel a very strong connection to Hawthorne's writing. Even when he is just writing about the old house he lived in, for a short time, there is something so personal and profound in the way he makes the whole place become real to you and impresses you with its quiet significance.
He talks about Emerson, whose family lived in the house for decades before Hawthorne. He describes a vignette from the Revolutionary War which he supposes could have taken place within view of the Old Manse. Hawthorne takes you down the river on a fishing excursion, and you walk with him through his bountiful orchard in the autumn, and watch his garden grow in the spring.
We were so free to-day that it was impossible to be slaves again to-morrow. When we crossed the threshold of the house or trod the thronged pavements of a city, still the leaves of the trees that overhang the Assabeth were whispering to us, "Be free! be free!"Eventually, Hawthorne's life took him him back to the city, away from the Old Manse, to earn his livelihood working at a customs house. There is always this call in his stories to keep these beautiful places in your head, pure moments that live in your memory and which even time can't undo. A very Romantic notion...but something quite uplifting, even practical, for day-to-day life.