Mrs. Poe

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Release Date: 
September 28, 2013
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“. . . a sympathetic and ironic rendering of a portion of Poe’s life . . .”

In the winter of 1845, Frances Osgood is a woman in a precarious position. Disowned by her parents after marrying Samuel Osgood, a talented but profligate artist who abandons her and their three children, only her writing stands between her and absolute poverty. Her poetry, however, isn’t selling.

As George Pope Morris of The Evening Mirror magazine tells her, “What everyone is interested in these days are shivery tales. Tales of the macabre . . . Readers have gone Raven-mad.”

If Frances can write a tale as good as The Raven, a “shivery tale for ladies,” he’ll buy it, he promises. In other words, he wants her to become a Mrs. Poe.

Frances can’t envision herself writing such a story, though she reads Poe’s poem in hopes of getting inspiration. Her walk home through the streets of mid-19th century New York paints a picture of the city both intriguing, as well as repulsive.

“Gentlemen passed, encased in buttoned overcoats and plugged with top hats . . . A landau clattered by, its wheels flinging melted snow . . . The wet brought out the smell of smoke rising from the forest of rooftop chimneys as well as the stink of horse manure, rotting garbage, and urine . . . Stately carriages creaked by behind clopping horses . . Whips cracked; drivers shouted; dogs barked. In the midst of it all, on a balcony on the Barnum’s building a bass band tootled . . .”

As luck would have it, publisher Henry Russell Bartlett and his wife are invited to a conversazione, the New York version of a salon. They take Frances with them. The conversazione itself is a celebrity compendium . . . John James Audubon. . . Horace Greeley . . . Matthew Brady . . . William Cullen Bryant . . . and Edgar Allan Poe.

Frances expects a literary genius. What she finds instead is a man lashed with pain.

“What had happened to turn him into such a wounded beast?”

Thus begins an affair that is carried on in exchanged poetry before becoming an actual fact.

Frances is befriended by Virginia Poe, a woman by turns charming, childlike, vindictive, and threatening. She is also dying of consumption. Edgar appears uncomfortable in her presence but always hovers nearby. They are physically alike yet mentally miles apart while held together by some unseen bound.

Edgar has discussions with Frances concerning his writing. In her, he believes he’s found the woman he should’ve married. It is to Frances he confesses his isolation and disillusionment, “I have striven my whole life to be famous . . . Now that I have some measure of success, I feel . . . as if I’m standing on the brink of a precipice . . .”

Their accidental meetings escalate into rendezvous. When Edgar praises Frances’s poetry, it starts the gossip mills churning. Poe invites her to his home, to the theater. Virginia is always in attendance, but it’s as if his wife is the chaperone and Frances the woman he’s courting. He visits the Bartletts, ingratiating himself with Frances’s children, a man playing at happiness with a pretended family.

Eventually Edgar declares himself in love with Frances:

“This is not a tale. This is you and me.”

He attempted a smile. “You and me . . . writ large . . . You are all I’ve ever wanted. I’ve waited for you my whole life . . . I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life, Frances Sargent Locke, but loving you isn’t one of them.”

Like one of Poe’s stories, that love can only lead to tragedy.

In this story, Poe himself doesn’t appear as much as one would expect, since it’s Frances’ tale from her POV. He’s in her thoughts more than he’s in her presence.

Nevertheless through her onlooker’s view and because of her involvement, Mrs. Poe is by turns a compelling story of star-crossed lovers, of a man reaching out to his mental soulmate, and of a literary genius who might have become famous for another genre of writing with the right woman at his side.

Many of the events are tied with and related to Poe’s short stories and poems. It’s a sympathetic and ironic rendering of a portion of Poe’s life that may or may not have some basis in fact or is possibly simply an intriguing fiction.