Whether the world at large recognized him or his work, something had changed inside the shifting identity of the fugitive Edgar Allan Poe—something irrevocable. He was an author now.
William pondered what his next discovery might be. He knew that readers were vexed by the possibility that their Bard might have been Catholic. There is, after all, that suspicious reference to Purgat...
You could expect bread, cheese, preserved apples, eggs, and a solid draft of warm beer. Tea and coffee were only slowly taking hold at breakfast in the finer houses, and the city’s old Dutch families...
You see, literary culture is perpetually dead and dying; and when some respected writer discovers and loudly proclaims the finality of this fact, it is a forensic marker of their own decomposition. It...
How can we expect that the illiterate and benighted child of want will remain faithful . . . when he in whose breast the lamp of science brightly burns is found derelict?
Autists are the ultimate square pegs, and the problem with pounding a square peg into a round hole is not that the hammering is hard work. It's that you're destroying the peg.
And yet something unsettling remained about the notion of John Pastano as a willful murderer: the recollection, perhaps, that after murdering Mary Castro, he had filled his hat with her blood and wand...
At five that morning, Edgar Allan Poe met the fate anticipated in his poem To Annie: Thank Heaven! the crisis— The danger is past, And the lingering illness, Is over at last— And the Fever called ‘Liv...
Back then, Manhattan was the infant country
But this much is known: Hamilton shot into the trees. Burr, leveling his pistol at his foe, did not.
Even the few streets with unobstructed brick sidewalks were comically narrow—just wide enough, as one chronicler put it, to accommodate two lean men to walk abreast or one fat man alone.
For more fortunate readers, it reminded them that the action of the clytoris in women is like that of a penis to man, and the key to brifk and vigorous enjoyments—especially with cares and thoughts of...
Historically, dust jackets are a new concern for authors; you don't see them much before the 1920s. And is a strange name for this contrivance, as if books had anything to fear from dust. If you stor...
Napoléon Bonaparte. The new leader had no immediate fight to pick with America; some thought he might actually bring peace to Europe. Hamilton’s endless demands for more funding and troops were beginn...
I been brought up a hatter, he sighed, people would have come into the world without heads.
I know the ways of the Mafia.
If a book cover has raised lettering, metallic lettering, or raised metallic lettering, then it is telling the reader: To readers who do not care for such things, this lettering tells them:
If you grew up in a rural area, you have seen how farmhouses come and go, but the dent left by cellars is permanent. There is something unbreakable in that hand-dug foundational gouge into the earth....
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But above all, an author must write passionately and edit passionately.
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