The short stories of Poe are almost always as if unfinished. Not that they do not always present a surprising solution for the enigmas they weave. There are no loose ends to these stories. They transport so much literature within that we feel such an enormous desire, from each of Poe’s short stories, to read a novel. The thirst that only exists out of the pleasure of reading these short stories is anything but brief: it is overpowering and long lasting in a way that only otherwise happens with the finest of novels.