Last summer, I was enjoying some alone time in a local bar, when a man named Bertram Lucius Zachery Bubb (a.k.a. B.L.Z. Bubb) sat beside me. He seemed to know things about me, such as my academic interest in American authors of the 1800s.
Long story short, he sold me a very old manuscript of what he said might be 100 limericks written by Edgar Allan Poe!
I probably shouldn’t have bought them. They were expensive. But if they were the lost limericks of Edgar Allan Poe, they would be a very important discovery in the world of literature. So, yeah, I bought them.
Unfortunately, I’ve never been able to prove or disprove who wrote them. Poe? Maybe. Someone who just really liked Poe? Possibly. Me? No, that’s ridiculous–I’m no poet.
Decide for yourself. The small volume–with my Introduction and footnotes–is now available for sale. Find it by clicking here.
This has been something of a secret project that I’ve been working on for about five years. Every now and again, usually while sipping a beer, I’d scribble a limerick about something Edgar Allan Poe had written. Or about his life. Or about his literary criticism. Or what critics thought of him. A good many of the limericks are framed as ideas that Poe jotted down in limerick form but never developed any further. I call these the “dead-end ideas” limericks.
Astoundingly, I wrote 100 of these silly limericks. Well, many are silly. Some are spooky. Others are serious, if one can make a serious point with a limerick. I organized these all into a book, and it’s available now. You can find it at Amazon by clicking on the book cover above.