THE WEATHER MADE A MONSTER
We like to tell that story as if the weather made the monster.
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What gathers beside the stories: research, photographs, places, peculiar facts, rabbit holes, unfinished thoughts, and other things that refused to belong Elsewhere.
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We like to tell that story as if the weather made the monster.
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I refuse to call it the Voynich Manuscript.
Read more, etc.Young Mary Shelley wrote about a man doing something monstrous. We turned it into a story about a monster.
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English has words that cannot be trusted without context.
Read more, etc.There is one letter between Ouida and Ouija. I have lost an entire day inside it.
Read more, etc.Some books were bound in human skin. The more unsettling question is who was allowed to choose—and whose body became someone else’s meaning.
Read more, etc.The Tailor of Gloucester. The mice finish the coat for him. Almost — they leave one buttonhole open, and pin a scrap of paper in the empty place.
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Occasional notes from Lore.
Entries from Lore, Etc., letters from the road, book news, appearances, and the occasional update.
No schedule. No noise. Only when there's something worth sending.