More people need to read more classics. It's a well-documented fact that reading the classics reduces people's chances of ending up as vapid, self-absorbed philistines when they get older. Plus, if you make the effort to actually read and understand these books, you will realize that many of them are insane as they are brilliant.
What it's about/ Why you should read it:
Auguste C. Dupin is an analytical genius and Parisian flaneur who likes to solve crimes in his spare time. The powers of his reason are so far-reaching that he can even read people's minds. To deduce a man's thoughts, Dupin only has to identify the causal chain of mental associations brought about by the stimuli of that man's external environment -- that is, when you walk past a fruitier, Dupin knows that said fruitier will remind you of this one particular thing, which then reminds you of this and that thing and so on, until, twenty degrees of separation and fifteen minutes later, he now knows that you are currently thinking about the harsh reviews the local critics gave that midget actor currently starring in the latest production of Xerxes.
Murders in the Rue Morgue bears the distinction of being the very first work of detective fiction ever published. That's right... Sherlock Holmes, everyone's favorite calabash-smoking douchebag, is in fact a two-bit knockoff of Dupin dumbed down for the hoi polloi. Even Conan Doyle's Dr. Watson would appear to have been lifted from Morgue: like Holmes, Dupin also has his intellectually inferior sidekick, who, in addition to serving as the story's narrator, performs Watson's function here as the ponderous foil to whom the detective may explain his brilliant reasoning for our enjoyment.
However, unlike the Holmes stories -- and this is important -- Morgue is completely batshit insane. The story begins not with the actual story, but a five-page editorial ramble explaining why checkers is a more sophisticated game than chess:
"It follows that the game of chess, in its effects upon mental character, is greatly misunderstood. I am not now writing a treatise, but simply prefacing a somewhat peculiar narrative by observations very much at random; I will, therefore, take occasion to assert that the higher powers of the reflective intellect are more decidedly and more usefully tasked by the unostentatious game of draughts than by all the elaborate frivolity of chess."
SPOILERS: DO NOT HIGHLIGHT THE TEXT BELOW UNLESS YOU WANT TO HAVE THE CRAZIEST TWIST-ENDING EVER WRITTEN TOTALLY RUINED FOR YOU!
[[[ After studying all the clues, Dupin discovers that the killer is in fact an orangutan.]]]