EDGAR and I: Compatibility
As I read into Alias Grace, Edgar is finetuning his absinthe-glazed grin with the horror of murder and bodies disassembled and beautiful women swathed in bloodsoaked sheets. He likes that I write more in period style, with the wafting of dread and the proper formality as is given to man to enjoy. From his perch up above me he watches, like the black raven of doom he so loved as it anguished his own heart–he anquishes mine.
The twit.
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September 30th, 2006 at 11:41 pm
You channel Edgar, I channel Ernest.
We certainly are a pair…*grin
October 1st, 2006 at 11:54 am
Isn’t that one of the three people you’d want to meet on the other side some day? It’s just kind of neat to think it was possible, though I don’t really believe it.