Status Updates From The Poe Shadow

Poe had come to Baltimore at the wrong time. It had not been his plan to visit Baltimore, for he was on his way to his New York cottage to fetch his poor mother-in-law and start his new life. But some ruffians on the ship from Richmond to Baltimore harassed the poet and probably stole his money, so Poe missed the train from Baltimore to travel north.

“When you have taken to reading Poe, it is difficult, nay, impossible, to stop his words from affecting you. Indeed, the man or woman who reads Poe too much, I’d suggest, will believe themselves eventually to be in one of his astounding and perplexing creations. When I came to Baltimore, my mind and every thought was engraved with Poe; I could read only words that had passed through his pen.

At times the concentration with which he read Poe reminded me of the sheer nourishment the tales had provided me for so many years. But usually it was far more scholarly than that. Duponte read mechanically, like a literary critic. The critic never lets his reading overtake him; he never pulls the pages promiscuously close to his face and never wishes to be brought into the crevices of the author’s mind,

Wherever you travel in the world, you are sure to find the same limited number of species of lawyers, as surely as a naturalist finds his grass and weeds in every land. The first sort of lawyer views the intricacies of the rules of the law as profound and unshakable idols of worship. There is a different species of attorney, a carnivorous one to whom the first is prey, who instead treats rules as the principal barrie

Speaking through keyholes and windows, rapping the door, pushing notes into the apartment. . . these were activities in the long painful days after this. I trailed Duponte when he took walks through Paris, but he ignored me. Once, when I followed in Duponte’s steps to the door of his lodging house, he stopped in the doorway and said, “Do not allow entrance to this impertinent young gentleman again.”

“Edgar was rash, even as a boy, Mr. Clark,” he began. “He took as his wife our beautiful cousin Virginia, when she was thirteen, hardly out from the dew of girlhood. Poor Sissy—that’s what we called her—he took her away from Baltimore where she’d always been safe. Her mother’s house on Amity Street was small, but at least she was surrounded with devoted family. He felt if he waited, he might lose her

His most energetic comments were about his ambitions for his proposed journal, The Stylus. Poe had spent years editing other people’s magazines. Poe said the journal would finally allow men of genius to triumph over men of talent, men who could feel rather than men who could think. It would cheer no author who did not deserve it, and would publish all literature that was unified by clarity, and most importantly, tr

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