I just came across this upcoming novel. From the descriptions, it sounds like a complete stinker, even by the usually abysmal standards of Poe fiction.
I don't think I can even bring myself to read this thing when it comes out. I just can't bear to plow through another idiot book that utterly trashes the poor man, especially with the knowledge that readers who don't know any better will assume it's based on some kind of fact. I do not have the stomach for it anymore. And this myth about the Poe/Frances Osgood "love affair" is like something out of a horror movie: No matter how many times you think you've killed the beast, it keeps coming back to life.
Lynn Cullen, you've put me in a very bad mood today.