Jill Lepore writes on Edgar Allan Poe in this week’s New Yorker:
You love Poe or you don’t, but, either way, Poe doesn’t love you. A writer more condescending to more adoring readers would be hard to find. “The nose of a mob is its imagination,” he wrote. “By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.”
She also provides a Poe cryptogram and its weird solution.
If you’re a fan of “Annabelle Annabel Lee,” Poe’s famous 1849 poem, then you might enjoy this satire by the New York newspaper columnist Franklin Pierce Adams, who went by his initials, F. P. A.
Finally, as always, our take on Poe can be found here.