Earlier this autumn, I visited Providence, Rhode Island for a long-awaited trip to the John Hay Library at Brown University. For a full workweek, I spent the majority of my waking hours sifting through the papers of author H.P. Lovecraft and several of his associates for material for my biography on the weird fiction writer and his New York City years. As with any research project, a new question arose for each one answered.Continue reading
A few months ago when the country appeared to be moving away from pandemic life (or, at least, could realistically hope for such a transition in the foreseeable future), I began to re-introduce myself to New York City. Losing myself in a bookstore. Relaxing outside a cafe. Even braving a sparsely attended movie. After living in cities all my adult life, I found myself needing to learn how to be an urbanite again — the expected aftershock following a year and many months of effective hibernation.Continue reading
By the summer of 1925, weird tale author H.P. Lovecraft was souring on his New York experiment. He was living in a boarding house in Brooklyn. He was robbed of nearly all his clothes. His wife was living in another city. He was barely writing. Still, he managed to enjoy his summer.Continue reading
Since I’m fully immersed in finishing a rough draft of my second book, a biography of iconic horror writer H.P. Lovecraft and his time in New York City, I’ll be stepping away from the blog for several weeks.
In the meantime, I hope that you’ll check out some past pieces and enjoy the beginning of your summer.
Asbury Park, New Jersey, a small, yet storied city alongside the Atlantic Ocean is one of my favorite places. People flock to it for the music, the food, and, of course, the beach. Over the past decade, my wife and I have built a tradition of visiting Asbury Park for an off-season vacation every spring or autumn.Continue reading