A genre typically known as gothic horror, but I prefer operatic. For sheer imaginative spectacle you can't beat it, not to mention there's no headier scary stuff. After tends to feel like I've been hyperventilating, all dizzying and chilling, even upon rereading. This is a favored edition because I also like Oates's introduction/commentary, which begins:
"In writers like Henry James and Edith Wharton, the gothic tale may compensate a conventional, restrictive life; in others, notably Edgar Allen Poe and H.P. Lovecraft, the gothic tale would seem to be a form of psychic autobiography."
Indeed, and it makes me feel almost guilty for liking the tales so much, especially considering how badly things went and ended for poor Lovecraft. I suppose it can be hoped he's enjoying some satisfaction if not peace in an afterlife, perhaps having a last laugh or two.