I bet more people buy and read Edgar Allan Poe's books in October than at any other time of year. That poor miserable bastard was probably lucky in some ways to have been born when he did. It meant he escaped the clutches of George Lucas, the Muppets and Disney. At least until now.
Apparently poverty, alcoholism and syphilis didn't scare Edgar Allan Poe. No, he had only one fear --
But like every writer, Poe had to struggle with his literary creations too.
And his muse was kind of an ungrateful wretch, all things considered.
They had a pretty dysfunctional relationship, actually.