As I have said, I was introduced to Stephen King at an early age, and then, Edgar Allan Poe by my seventh grade English Teacher. I discovered H.P. Lovecraft and Shirley Jackson along the way. They were definitely ahead of their time; the stories they penned are timeless and frightening still.
There are many authors out there that I admire. But right now, there is only one I adore.
John F.D. Taff.
My favorite books of his, Little Deaths ,and most recent, The End In All Beginnings. They are positively the best collections I have read in quite some time.
There are a lot of people who consider themselves die-hard horror fans. I used to think of myself that way. But my idea of horror is not the blood and gore or the, you can see it coming, jump scares.
What I consider horror is not just the idea that there are possibly monsters out there, but that you can be the monster. When you feel for a character, even though he has done awful things, that’s good horror. And when you read a story that can make your skin crawl while you’re wiping away a tear, that’s great horror. That is what Mr. Taff has done.
Each of his stories are unique, and in your face. They are dreadful, yet intelligent– terrifying and lovely. Yes, they fall under the genre of Horror but for reasons that run far deeper than your heart dares to explain.
John F.D. Taff has been named Horror’s New King of Pain and rightfully so. His stories take his readers on strange and fearful journeys. But I grab his hand and go willingly because I know even in the darkness I am safe with this author.