Edward Gorey has always been quite the mystery to me. Apart from an array of books and snippets on the internet I don’t feel I have ever got close to knowing more about him. I stumbled across this book and hoped for some answers and a glimpse into this wonderful bohemian life.
Theroux’s book does give some insight into the world of Gorey, however, it does leave me feeling a little empty. I don’t know him as much as I would like to. This was the feeling I had as I lingered over its final pages. Alexander Theroux, a friend of Gorey’s recounts some rather amusing anecdotes and facts about the avid collector, genius artist, solitary man and lover of cats and tea. He sounds like the person I want him to be yet the author seems to talk about other people similar to Gorey rather than the man himself. He is comparing him to others rather than talking about Gorey as a single subject. If you are interested in knowing more about him then this book will give you little hints, other than that he will remain a mystery but that is very much something he would’ve preferred. I am sure of that.