Jill Lepore writes on Edgar Allan Poe in this week’s New Yorker:
You love Poe or you don’t, but, either way, Poe doesn’t love you. A writer more condescending to more adoring readers would be hard to find. “The nose of a mob is its imagination,” he wrote. “By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.”
Finally, as always, our take on Poe can be found here.