Thomas Owen of his true name Gerald Bertot, is a Belgian writer French-speaking born with Leuwen in 1910 and deceased in 2002.

Biography

It meets Jean Ray at the sixteen years age and will be strongly marked by it.

Its finished studies of right, it enters in 1937 a flour-milling (work of corn to produce the flour) and will be the director during 43 years. Attracted by surrealism, it becomes also critic art under the pseudonym of Stephan Rey .

Mobilized in 1939, it escapes the deportation which follows the capitulation. Its meeting with Stanislas-Andre Steeman is used as release with its career of writer. This last encourages it to write detective novels, kind not very available at the time. It publishes 1941 with 1943 several news and detective novels d" a humor enough féroce" who drew to him the attention of criticism.
It then turns to the fantastic literature with the publication of the strange Chemins . It is of this particular kind, tales and accounts of terror, which the recognition will come to him from the general public.

Its fantastic news plunges us in a universe in perpetual collision with the horror and the irrational one. Friend of Jean Ray, whom it puts in scene with him in one of its news (With the cemetery of Bernkastel), it will write several articles on him, in particular in the review Bizarre (Oct. 1955).

Thomas Owen, in his accounts, gets this rising feeling of anguish, insupportable mystery for often in the last lines producing a fall to cut you the breath. Skilfully interfering the figures with died with the figures sensuality, its stories are enjoyed like as many unceasingly renewed pleasures. Not forsaking a certain point of humor (the small phantom, in Night Ceremonial), it especially invites us to enter a world of fear to the awfully real decoration. Its tales start always or almost with a setting in disconcerting situation of reality, accounts in " je" who reinforces this feeling of veracious reading of history and a meticulous description of the framework. The situation posed, the meeting with vampires, shades, ghosts slips imperceptibly and involves us towards generally incomplete conclusions, leaving to the reader the continuation of the intrigue or to become to it characters. (source: agathep.free.fr)