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The Stylus, Poe's magazine that never was

1/19/2014

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PicturePoe's design for The Stylus
On Poe’s 205th birthday, I’m thinking about the great American literary magazine that never was, Edgar Allan Poe’s The Stylus. In the 1840s, having edited Burton’s Gentleman’s Magazine, Graham’s Magazine, and The Southern Literary Messenger, and desperately wanting literary control and a way to make some money, Poe circulated the prospectus of a magazine he would own and edit, called first The Penn, and then, The Stylus, with which he aimed to raise standards of "Independence, Truth, Originality." It gathered some support and pledges to subscribe, but never got off the ground before Poe died in 1849. Somehow, since I first read of it in biographies of Poe, it haunted me.

When working on my short story “Links,” which is set at the time of the dot com boom, I created a fictional later life for The Stylus, starting with its founding after a banquet of Poe admirers in 1899 (fictional, but there were such banquets) by Richard Pentreath Hodges, “a Poe devotee,” with the backing of a railroad tycoon. I envisioned this literary journal as always losing money, but, whenever on the edge of shutting down, finding a new backer, becoming “the intellectual bauble of one rich man after another,” all through the 20th century. The Stylus I imagined became the decrepit journal where, at the start of my story, my narrator, Mary Louise Sottile, has worked since college for eight years as a poorly paid editorial assistant, until it folds. Where the story begins, she has landed a much better paid job that drags her into the digital era at a Silicon Alley entertainment dot com, which will have its own troubles, of course, as the boom leads to bust.

PictureEdgar Allan Poe, photo of portrait at U. Virginia
I gave the magazine the tradition of editors, in tribute to Poe, always using their middle names. I had fun making up the last editor, Peter Alphonse Delisle (“a hearty madman”), who Mary Louise visits in his retirement: “Around him cartons overflowed with the early records of The Stylus, whose history he said he was writing. He showed me letters from literary luminaries of the twentieth century, most of them begging to be paid for their contributions.” Mary Louise says, “It’s possible that Poe was enough to get me to sign up for eight years of low pay, I’ll concede. I’ve always had a thing for him.”

Me too. I have a thing for Poe. My Edgar award bust of Poe is one of my proudest possessions. I can’t help thinking what he would think about our ability to put up a magazine online in a trice, and how much he would find to say about our dark, fantastical time, where the forms he innovated to tell stories of science, terror, and crime are flourishing, and when, of course, it is still damn hard for a writer to make a living.

                    —Lynne Barrett



Note: "Links," which uses the form of a website, was first published in Painted Bride Quarterly and is the lead story in my third collection Magpies.  Without spoiling the plot, I will say that Mary Louise envisions The Stylus being reborn with a feature on "the Dead Woman Fetish through the past one hundred and sixty years" and money column called "The Gold Bug." For those interested in seeing how Poe's use of the uncanny continues through American fiction, I highly recommend the two volume American Fantastic Tales: Terror and the Uncanny from Poe to the Pulps and Terror and the Uncanny from the 1940s Until Now, edited by Peter Straub.

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Why Magpies?

9/5/2011

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          When you title a book of short stories with something other than the name of one of the stories, “Why that title?” is one of the first questions you should expect. I knew as soon as I contemplated calling the book Magpies I’d be asked this, and talking to myself about the answers was part of how I thought through what stories I’d include and what order I’d put them in. Nothing about this may be evident to the reader, though.

            In my story “The Noir Boudoir,” the narrator, Ray Strout, retired cop and dealer in paper ephemera, says: “These are my fellow members of the species Magpie. We are small-time antique dealers, which is to say we are collectors who sell to support our habit. We glean old things and send some on their journey up in price, which lets us make a buck and keep the treasures we cannot bear to part with. We’d be mere hoarders if we didn’t sell.”  I liked this name for the group and its extension into questions of wealth, status, and what happens to objects after their owners die that underlie the plot of the story. While revising, I tried calling it “Magpies,” but the editor of the anthology Miami Noir asked me to return to the original, and I agreed. As I often do when I change titles, I scrawled the discarded one on a card and thumbtacked it to the bulletin board above my desk, to see what else it might provoke. I think of discarded titles as seeds for other stories; in fact “The Secret Names of Women” spent some time presiding over a couple of the stories in that collection before I decided it represented something about identity that belonged not so much to a single story as to the collection.

             Bit by bit the Magpies card sitting above my desk started speaking to me about what I was writing. I added some magpie images from old engravings, liking how alert and filled with intention they always look, how often they were in some human setting, on a dressing table, for instance. In legend magpies are attracted to what glitters and will take objects for which they have no need, and hide and hoard them. I have not so far found any scientific reference to this proclivity. But there have been studies showing that magpies are extraordinarily intelligent, and that, alone among birds, they can recognize themselves in a mirror. Some images of magpies in old illustrations, painted long before the scientific study, show them facing mirrors, sometimes with jewelry clasped in their beaks. I thought about how vanity and insecurity share the mirror.

              I thought, too about how there are two human sides to magpie acquisitiveness: we can identify with the stubbornness of unreasonable desire, but we also fear it in others. The magpie is a thief, and, above my desk, I started to see the bird above my desk as an emblem of the fear of loss. Ray Strout says, in “The Noir Boudoir,” “I got interested in life’s cast-off paper, and started to buy and sell and learn the worth of the worthless.”  Questions of what might or might not have worth were reverberating around me. Just blocks from my house, people stood in line at a condo launch party to buy imaginary pieces of the sky, drinking champagne and feeling rich on the speculation that they could sell to someone else before the foundation was poured. The one nearest to me was never built, and when the lime green plastic signage that wrapped its periphery came down, there was nothing but an empty lot and a couple of rusting cranes.

              I’d already written my story “Links,” set during the dot com bubble, and I noticed how many things I touched on there were showing up in some of my other stories, desire mingled with anxiety, and questions of what a home is. It isn’t that I wanted to write about the real estate boom and bust or hurricanes, but I wanted to understand characters who had those and other threats as a background against which they would try to find safety or comfort or love  That could apply to characters who are doing something so simple as trying to hold onto or make new Christmas traditions after a death in the family, or to a developer who, fearing losing his empire, enters into a conspiracy to fake his own death.

            By the time I was putting together the collection, I could see that a number of stories that I wrote during this period did not fit. A couple of very long crime stories published in anthologies simply had different concerns and tones, and there are some short tales that seem to be the start of something else. But the stories that I felt had some element of human “magpieness” seemed to go together. I know that many readers think more in terms of genre and will say, how can there be crime, a bit of the fantastic, and stories about relationships, some comic, some not, in one collection, but to me these are different ways of getting at something that I have summed up in the word Magpies, and I think it is better not to explain too much beyond that.

            Two other reasons for the title:

             As a writer, I am a magpie. I like to pick up pieces of what’s going on around me, bits of the past, details from landscape, things I have gleaned from who knows where, and find a place for them in a story. When something I’ve been holding onto in my mind for fifteen years will suddenly find its spot, it’s a great pleasure.

            And: the title is short. My first two books of stories, The Land of Go and The Secret Names of Women, had four words, five. I’d seen the second book called (in print!) The Secret Lives of Women, Secret Loves of Women, etc. One word, however enigmatic, is easier to remember, isn’t it? 
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