What really knocks me out is a book that, when you’re all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it.
— Holden Caulfield
What is it about Poe that draws us still? Why does there always seem to be something beneath the
In fact you can (and I believe that you must), for Edgar Allan Poe has escaped into his hoax texts in an intensely personal way. We meet a Poe living inside the text when we answer his challenge to confront the reading act and the nature of fiction in real time.
What happens when the text talks back?
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