Distinctly I Remember by The Professor
THE PROFESSOR RETURNS... AGAIN!
A tale for a bleak December.
The Professor summons the restless, tortured spirit of Edgar Allan Poe to tell an achingly mournful and appallingly gruesome tale of erotic obsession.
Poetry, passion...and pain. Deep, deep pain.
How The Fuck He Managed to Write This Without Typing "Quoth The Raven" I'll Nevermore, I Mean, I'll Never Know
More literary fun and games with the Professor! Eddie Poe gets the remix treatment this time, and one can't help but feel that the King of the Goths would have whole heartedly approved.
A skull-splitting, ingenious story
Like all of The Professor’s work, Distinctly I Remember is grotesque and beating written, paying homage to the horror writers of the past—specifically Poe in this one—while creating something completely unique. We take a journey into the mind of the sickest kind of madness in this one! I don’t think I’ll ever look at a raven the same!
A Life Changing Experience
I’ve taken a lot of time to process this one. I’ve read it multiple times, listened to the audiobook, and spent much of my time thinking about this story. I’m convinced that The Professor is a time traveling author who has taken inspiration from today’s splatter authors and mixed it with the writing style from his own time, creating a new sort of genre that seems like a no brainer now that it’s in the forefront of my mind. It’s like chocolate and peanut butter, it just makes sense! Please, for the love of all that is holy, PLEASE listen along while you read. The Professor’s delivery of the story adds a whole new dimension to it. I could feel the loneliness in the halls of that old mansion. I could peer into the cracked doorway and watch each scene, a voyeur in my own right, watching the beautifully transcribed brutality unfold. I was THERE as our narrator stood above his sister, using the Raven’s beak on himself as he indulged in himself. I could hear his hand working himself, his breath quickening. I’ve never felt so immersed in a story in all my 24 years. Reading The Professor’s stories fills me with emotions, and as soon as I finish them I feel the need to start from the beginning. I can’t help, the writing is too good!
'Splattergothic literature’ at its finest.
I’m convinced the Professor in a past incarnation was a Poe, Shelly or Stoker. Frustrated with the stuffiness of the age he’s back and unchained. 'Distinctly I Remember' is without doubt my favorite horror short that deserves to be in the company of 'The Willows' and 'The Yellow Wallpaper'.
A Thing of Beauty and Brutality
Distinctly I Remember further cements The Professor as the master of what can only be described as splattergothic literature. Even if he had any peers in this genre, they would be hard-pressed to approach the passionate embrace of topics considered taboo and the literary flair with which he delves into the depths of perversions that both titillating and revolting. In this story, the influence of Poe is unabashedly on display, blending elements of The Raven and The Fall of the House of Usher into a tale of deeper darkness and depravity than Edgar Allan Poe would have dared document. Twins, a brother and sister, secluded and kept in isolation, become victims of the hallucinatory madness and obsession growing increasingly profound within the young man. The incestuous relationships and compulsions, often writ as subtext by traditional Gothic writers, come to the forefront with The Professor's ministrations...and the story is all the better for that brazen lack of subtlety. As events unfold before us, we stare with rapt attention as a thing of beauty is systematically destroyed by the very admirer of that exquisite object of the narrator's obsession.