Hey, everybody makes lists. The best short stories, the best novel, their favorite album. Best band evar. Year’s best. Decade’s best. Ten things they’d like to see in the next Star Trek/Star Wars/Avengers/Iron Man movie. That’s cool. Lists are fine.
Opinions. That’s all.
So just earlier tonight, a couple of folks tweeted a link to a list of top 100 horror authors, you can view it here. It’s kinda crazy. Granted, I don’t know how they were chosen. It could have been a vote or something of that nature. There are vagaries to any online poll and that can be forgiven.
If the list wasn’t voted into existence, it’s seriously fucked up. 90% of it is just fine. Great even. But the other 10%? Ooof. Not good. And even though it’s just opinion, I have to take exception to it. There were just so many blatant wrongs in there, all I could think of was a flashing neon sign reading NEPOTISM. So I snatched up my pad and paper and began compiling a list of obvious replacements for the 10%.
Here’s what I wrote:
Manly Wade Wellman
Poppy Z. Brite
Those were just off the top of my head. I’m sure there are hundreds more.
Moral to this story? Someone was wrong on the internet.
That is all.