Today's post turns me to the macabre thanks to a thick morning fog over the countryside and reading a bit too much Edgar Allen Poe lately. I feel that November is the spookiest month despite that fateful October day that steals its thunder and our turkey-obsessed holiday distraction. The trees are bare, the skies are gray and somehow the drama of an Edwardian-dressed illustrated satire seems completely now.
Edward Gorey is one of my all-time favorite illustrators. His macabre and whimsical illustrations convey as sense of literary nonsense, as he once described his style. Upon the question of being called gothic, he replied, "If you're doing nonsense it has to be rather awful, because there'd be no point." I fully respect and enjoy the surreal twist of his work. Off to tea in the Zagava tree... - l.o.d.
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