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
As mentioned in previous posts, I am amidst writing a biography of iconic horror writer H.P. Lovecraft and his unsung New York years (1924-1926). Gotham, the official blog of the Gotham Center for New York City History, recently published an article distilling my ongoing research and offering a teaser of my forthcoming book.Continue reading
Although I’m deep into a research project, I still find myself reading during my leisure time. I just can’t keep away from printed matter. As the weather improves and the days grow longer, I hope to spend many hours with a book in hand. Preferably outside.
Before you indulge in corned beef, soda bread, and a perfectly poured Guinness, devote a portion of this St. Patrick’s Day to the appreciation and enjoyment of Irish letters. Irish writers have penned some of the best literature in the English-speaking world. Read a poem or begin a novel before heading to your favorite pub.