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A writer and his demons. A woman and her desires. A wife and her revenge . . .

Inspired by literature’s most haunting love triangle, award-winning author Lynn Cullen delivers a pitch-perfect rendering of Edgar Allan Poe, his mistress’s tantalizing confession, and his wife’s frightening obsession . . . in this “intelligent, sexy, and utterly addictive” (M. J. Rose) new masterpiece of historical fiction.

1845: New York City is a sprawling warren ...

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A writer and his demons. A woman and her desires. A wife and her revenge . . .

Inspired by literature’s most haunting love triangle, award-winning author Lynn Cullen delivers a pitch-perfect rendering of Edgar Allan Poe, his mistress’s tantalizing confession, and his wife’s frightening obsession . . . in this “intelligent, sexy, and utterly addictive” (M. J. Rose) new masterpiece of historical fiction.

1845: New York City is a sprawling warren of gaslit streets and crowded avenues, bustling with new immigrants and old money, optimism and opportunity, poverty and crime. Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven” is all the rage—the success of which a struggling poet like Frances Osgood can only dream. As a mother trying to support two young children after her husband’s cruel betrayal, Frances jumps at the chance to meet the illustrious Mr. Poe at a small literary gathering, if only to help her fledgling career. Although not a great fan of Poe’s writing, she is nonetheless overwhelmed by his magnetic presence— and the surprising revelation that he admires her work.

What follows is a flirtation, then a seduction, then an illicit affair . . . and with each clandestine encounter, Frances finds herself falling slowly and inexorably under the spell of her mysterious, complicated lover. But when Edgar’s frail wife Virginia insists on befriending Frances as well, the relationship becomes as dark and twisted as one of Poe’s tales. And like those gothic heroines whose fates are forever sealed, Frances begins to fear that deceiving Mrs. Poe may be as impossible as cheating death itself. . . .

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
08/19/2013
Cullen, whose previous novels have focused on obscure women from the past, such as Juana of Castile (Reign of Madness) and Sofonisba Anguissola (The Creation of Eve), now turns her attention to Frances Sargent Osgood, a mid-19th-century poet and children’s author who, some believe, was romantically involved with Edgar Allen Poe. As the novel opens in 1845, Poe is the toast of literary New York, having just published the sensationally successful poem “The Raven.” Meanwhile, Mrs. Osgood, recently spurned by her philandering artist husband, is under enormous pressure to publish her work and thereby provide for her two young daughters. At a series of literary salons (many featuring cameos by other famous names of Poe’s day), Mrs. Osgood and Poe develop a mutual attraction, as noticed not only by their peers but also by Poe’s young and fragile wife, Virginia. Virginia’s initially friendly overtures to her romantic rival become increasingly threatening, a nod to the macabre that seems unnecessary and gratuitous, as does the often-awkward insertion of research into the narrative. More successful is Cullen’s portrayal of Osgood as a literary woman attempting to make a name (and a living) for herself against the odds. Agent: Emma Sweeney, Emma Sweeney Agency. (Oct.)
RT Book Reviews (four stars)
“Clearly composed and carefully researched the book’s vivid prose accentuates the passion, jealousy and hatred that evolve from a tangled three-way relationship that could easily have come straight from the pages of Poe’s stories. A must-read for those intrigued by Poe, poetry and the latter half of 19th-century America.”
The Militant Recommender - Stephanie Piro
"If you want to lose yourself in another time and place and become wrapped up in the drama of the life of literary New York and the characters who populated it then look no further. Mrs. Poe is a treasure and one you'll want to reread and research and remember."
Dilettantish Reader
"Lynn Cullen's Mrs. Poe delivers the passion for characters that I had found in Anna Karenina, the tragedy that I discovered in Splendor In the Grass, and the thrill ride that I experienced in Poe's eerily written stories."
LIterary R&R Book Blog
"I'm already a fan of Poe's work. To see another side to him, a softer side to his tormented soul, was refreshing and wonderful. There is no way I can give this novel any less than 5 stars."
ShelfNotes.com
"I absolutely loved everything about this book, starting with the literary references right down to the forbidden romance. Cullen took all the pieces, fact and rumors, about Edgar Allen Poe and the characters around him and wrote a beautiful story that delves into feminism, technological progress, NYC literary society, and so much more."
GreatHistoricals.com
"Coupled with lyrical prose and a fascinatingly complicated love triangle, the book held my attention from start to finish,giving me an insight into the tumultuous life of not only the characters, but of writers and the struggles they faced."
Jennifer Chiaverini
"Mrs. Poe is a compelling tale of ill-fated love, passion, and the writing life in antebellum New York, rich with period detail and suspense."
From the Publisher
“Danger, sensuality, mystery and passion fill the pages of this bewitching novel set in the crowded cobbled streets, alleyways, cheap boardinghouses and literary gatherings of mid-nineteenth century New York City. Everyone warns the lovely, near penniless poet Mrs. Osgood, a deserted wife with two young children, to stay away from the dark-eyed writer Edgar Allen Poe who has fallen in love with her. She writes tender verses; he creates blood-curdling tales and is himself still darker, carrying secrets he does not dare reveal of his frail much younger wife and his own heinous past. Even when she understands that someone is trying to kill her because of him, they cannot put aside their passion for each other until it is almost too late. A compelling novel, bringing history to vivid life.”

"Lynn Cullen seems to have transported herself to Old New York—Mrs. Poe feels that authentic. Without a doubt, this is one of the best historical fiction novels I've read in a long time. Evocative, compassionate, intelligent, sexy and utterly addictive. The passion between Frances Osgood and Edgar Allen Poe burns up the pages while at the same time her relationship with Mrs. Poe makes your heart ache. Truly a book to savor!"

"Mrs. Poe is a compelling tale of ill-fated love, passion, and the writing life in antebellum New York, rich with period detail and suspense."

Deanna Raybourn
"In Mrs. Poe, Lynn Cullen conjures a darkly atmospheric 19th century New York with a masterful hand. Rich with period detail and compelling characters, Mrs. Poe weaves a thread of creeping menace into the true story of Edgar Allan Poe’s obsessive liaison with Frances Osgood for a thoroughly unforgettable and chilling read. Enthralling."
Nancy Bilyeau
"The fierce ambitions and dangerous rivalries of literary New York in the 1840s come vividly alive in Lynn Cullen's riveting novel Mrs.Poe. With masterful skill, Cullen tells the story of the real-life fatal attraction between the toast-of-the-town Gothic storyteller Edgar Allan Poe and vulnerable poet Frances Sargent Osgood.The fact that both are unhappily married did not sanction any sort of romance in this judgmental society, and Cullen skillfully charts the course of a fraught and forbidden love affair. As the lonely Mrs. Osgood is pulled further and further into Mr. Poe's dark world, the tensions in the Poes' bizarre marriage explode. Full of longing, this is a story both poignant and shocking—and not easily forgotten."
Sara Gruen
"When struggling poet and betrayed wife Frances Osgood meets Edgar Allen Poe, she is hoping only for a boost in her literary career—certainly not what came next. Swept into an illicit love affair with the complicated, magnetic, and married Poe, Osgood and Poe must together face the consequences, which are no less horrific or revenge-filled than his best loved horror stories—and quite possibly as deadly. Mrs. Poe had my heart racing...Don't miss it!"
Erika Robuck
"Layered with the atmosphere and intensity of Poe's prose, Cullen's Mrs. Poe infuses a tale of tragedy and loss with a spirit of passion and vitality. Fans of historical fiction and Poe will devour this novel."
Words & Stitches
"Mrs. Poe is as lyrical and tragic as Poe’s work...I found this book nearly impossible to put down."
Musings of a Writer - Kimberly Eve
"With obvious love and admiration for Edgar Allan Poe and his works, the author writes her dialogue scenes with such authenticity you swear you are in the parlor of one of Poe’s closest friends [and have] somehow received an invitation to one of these private gatherings where Mr. Poe will arrive with his ailing younger wife, Virginia, to read his latest published poem."
Booklist
“Taking advantage of letters and published poems, imaginative historical novelist Cullen cleverly spins a mysterious, dark tale told by Mrs. Osgood about the long-ago intrigue, with just enough facts to make it believable.”
Stephanie Cowell
"Mrs. Poe is such a compelling novel, bringing history to vivid life. Danger, sensuality, mystery and passion fill the pages of this bewitching story set in the crowded cobbled streets, alleyways,cheap boardinghouses and literary gatherings of mid-nineteenth century New York City. Everyone warns the lovely, near penniless poet Mrs. Osgood, a deserted wife with two young children, to stay away from the dark-eyed writer Edgar Allen Poe who has fallen in love with her. She writes tender verses; he creates blood-curdling tales but he is darker than his writing, carrying secrets of his frail much younger wife and his heinous past. Even when Mrs. Osgood understands that someone is trying to kill her because of him, she cannot put aside her passion until it is almost too late."
M.J. Rose
"Lynn Cullen seems to have transported herself to Old New York—Mrs. Poe feels that authentic. Without a doubt, this is one of the best historical fiction novels I've read in a long time. Evocative, compassionate, intelligent, sexy and utterly addictive. The passion between Frances Osgood and Edgar Allen Poe burns up the pages while at the same time her relationship with Mrs. Poe makes your heart ache. Truly a book to savor!"
Oprah.com
“Part romance, part mystery, part biography, this fictional reenactment of the mistress of Edgar Allan Poe escorts you into the glittering world of New York in the 1840s, when poets were celebrities and the admission of emotions—like silk gowns and glossy beaver hats—were a luxury...A bewitching, vivid trip into the heyday of American literary society."
Susan Crandall
“At once beautiful and heartbreaking, Lynn Cullen has woven together a tapestry of fact and rumor to give us an intimate view into the forbidden love between two complicated, creative lives. Historical fictions fans, you’re in for a treat.”
Readful Things - Ionia Martin
“This is one of the best books that I have EVER read and I strongly encourage you to check it out, Poe fan or not, the writing is just that good.”
Book Page
“Lynn Cullen weaves a dark, sensuous love triangle between three real people, and in the midst of many real historical details, she creates something truly and wonderfully surprising...Devotees of dark historical fiction will devour Mrs. Poe, but so too will fans of Gothic romance and forbidden love stories. This is an invigoratingly creepy historical novel propelled by brilliant pacing. If you like books that send a little shiver up your spine, don’t miss it.”
The Copperfield Review
"Mrs. Poe is an entertaining tale with interesting characters, a vibrant locale, a good dose of romance, and even some intrigue, which is what an historical novel should be."
Literary R&R Book Blog
"I'm already a fan of Poe's work. To see another side to him, a softer side to his tormented soul, was refreshing and wonderful. There is no way I can give this novel any less than 5 stars."
Arts ATL
"Mrs. Poe is a captivating novel. Cullen’s attention to historical detail, lush prose and enlightening evocation of an interesting moment in American literary history make this story a fascinating read.”
Examiner.com
Brilliant…a wonderful and fascinating novel… Poe absolutely comes to life in Cullen's novel…Mrs. Poe is truly one of the best historical fiction novels of 2013 and possibly ever.”
New York Times
“Is it true that Edgar Allen Poe cheated on his tubercular, insipid young wife with a lady poet he’d met at a literary salon? Cullen makes you hope so.”
Atlanta Magazine
"Cullen creates a delicious sense of suspense and impending doom; antebellum Manhattan and the ruling literati cast an irresistible spell."
People
"A vivid portrait of New York's cultural life in the mid-1800s, when writers like Poe were practically rock stars. Don't miss it."
People
"A vivid portrait of New York's cultural life in the mid-1800s, when writers like Poe were practically rock stars. Don't miss it."
Library Journal
★ 09/15/2013
Cullen's (The Creation of Eve; Reign of Madness) latest novel is a fictitious, yet historically based tale of a dark and delicious romance doomed from its start. Edgar Allan Poe, his wife, and his lover come to life among a cast of eccentric and notable figures from the mid-1800s American literary scene. Dark and brooding, Poe is a rising star in New York after the publication of his poem "The Raven." He forms a connection with struggling writer Frances Osgood, and they fall into an illicit love affair. Their love is passionate and true, but a cloud hangs over the couple as they dodge not only gossip but also the moral implications of their actions. Meanwhile, Mrs. Poe, a seemingly sweet young woman dying from consumption, is possibly masking a vengeance more dangerous than anyone can fathom. VERDICT Cullen has crafted a beautifully heartbreaking story filled with emotional twists and turns. Yes, it's dark, but so was Poe, and readers can expect a page-turning tale exposing the transgressions, antics, and heroics behind a literary icon. Literary fiction fans and readers who loved Paula McLain's The Paris Wife will relish another novel based on historical scandal and romance.—Andrea Brooks, Northern Kentucky Univ. Lib., Highland Heights
Kirkus Reviews
Edgar Allen Poe, master of the gothic tale, becomes shrouded in even more gloom in Cullen's (Reign of Madness, 2011, etc.) insipid historical novel about his relationship with fellow author Frances Sargent Locke Osgood. In the winter of 1845, Osgood finds herself relying on friends Russell and Eliza Bartlett for food and lodging while her philandering husband, portrait artist Samuel, is off with his latest romantic conquest. Although she's had some success with her writing--Puss in Boots and her poetry--Osgood worries about supporting her two young daughters. At a gathering of New York elite, she meets Poe, who admires her talent. Following widespread publication of "The Raven," Poe has become the most famous and feted writer in America. He's also despised by many for his scathing reviews of their literary efforts and his air of superiority. The fact that he married his first cousin, Virginia, when she was only 13 supplies fodder for the gossip mills and, eventually, so does the relationship that develops between Osgood and Poe. Although they try to mask their attraction, they spend time together with his mother-in-law/aunt and Mrs. Poe, who is desperately ill and annoyingly childish. Osgood is commissioned to write a piece about the Poes' lives, but the plans fall through; however, it doesn't end her relationship with the Poe family. Even though she's uncomfortable with her situation, and suspects that Mrs. Poe's need to compete with her for Poe's attention is more ominous than mere jealousy suggests, Osgood is unable to break away. The pair continues to communicate in the form of published poems, during arranged outings and at social events, but their love is further complicated by public disapproval, Mrs. Poe's decline, Samuel's brief reappearance, a life-altering decision and harrowing near-death experiences. Although Cullen attempts to portray Osgood and Poe as sympathetic characters, it's difficult to identify with either as they teeter back and forth between feelings of guilt, anguish, fear and defiance. The narrative might have been more interesting had the author focused on the relationship between the title character and her husband.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781476702926
  • Publisher: Gallery Books
  • Publication date: 4/1/2014
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 42,936
  • Product dimensions: 5.20 (w) x 8.10 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Lynn Cullen grew up in Fort Wayne, Indiana, and is the author of Reign of Madness, a 2011 Best of the South selection by The Atlanta Journal-Constitution and 2012 Townsend Prize finalist, and The Creation of Eve, named among the best fiction books of 2010 by The Atlanta Journal-Constitution and an Indie Next selection. She is also the author of numerous award-winning books for children, including the young adult novel I Am Rembrandt’s Daughter, which was a 2007 Barnes & Noble “Discover Great New Writers” selection and an ALA Best Book of 2008. She lives in Atlanta with her husband, their dog, and two unscrupulous cats.

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Mrs. Poe


  • When given bad news, most women of my station can afford to slump onto their divans, their china cups slipping from their fingers to the carpet, their hair falling prettily from its pins, their fourteen starched petticoats compacting with a plush crunch. I am not one of them. As a lady whose husband is so busy painting portraits of wealthy patrons—most of whom happen to be women—that he forgets that he has a family, I have more in common with the girls who troll the muddy streets of Corlear’s Hook, looking to part sailors from their dollars, than I do with the ladies of my class, in spite of my appearance.

This thought bolted into my mind like a horse stung by a wasp that afternoon at the office of The Evening Mirror. I was in the midst of listening to a joke about two backward Hoosiers being told by the editor Mr. George Pope Morris. I knew that the news Mr. Morris was obviously putting off giving me must not be good. Still, I laughed delightedly at his infantile joke, even while choking on the miasma created by his excess of perfumed hair pomade, the open glue pot sitting upon his desk, and the parrot cage to my left, which was in dire need of changing. I hoped to soften him, just as a “Hooker” softens potential customers by lifting a corner of her skirt.

I struck when Mr. Morris was still chuckling from his own joke. Showing teeth brushed with particular care before I had set off to confront him after a silence of twenty-two days, I said, “About the poem I sent you in January. . . .” I trailed off, widening my eyes with hopefulness, my equivalent of petticoat lifting. If I was to become independent, I needed the income.

No sailor considering a pair of ankles looked more wary than Mr. George Pope Morris did at that moment, although few sailors managed to achieve the success he had at toilet, particularly with his hair. Never before had such a lofty loaf of curls arisen from a human head without the aid of padding. It was as if he had used his top hat for a mold. Whether by design or accident, one large curl had escaped the mass and now dangled upon his forehead like a gelatinous fishhook.

“Might you have misplaced it?” I asked lightly. Maybe he would appreciate putting the blame on his partner. “Or perhaps Mr. Willis has it.”

His gaze slid down to my bosom, registered the disappointment of seeing only cloak, then snapped back to my face. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Osgood. To be quite frank, it is not what we are looking for.”

“I’m certain that your female readership would enjoy my allusions to love in my descriptions of flowers. Mr. Rufus Griswold has been so kind to include some of my poems in his recent collection. Perhaps you’ve heard of it?”

“I know Griswold’s collection. Everyone does—he’s made sure of it. How that little bully got to be such an authority on poetry, I’ll never know.”

“Threats of death?”

Mr. Morris laughed, then waggled his finger at me. “Mrs. Osgood!”

Quickly before I lost him: “My own book, published by Mr. Harper, The Poetry of Flowers and the Flowers of Poetry, sold quite well.”

“When was that?” he asked distractedly.

“Two years ago.” Actually it was four.

“As I thought. Flowers are not what is selling of late. What everyone is interested in these days are shivery tales. Stories of the macabre.”

“Like Mr. Poe’s bird poem?”

He nodded, causing the great greased curl to bounce. “As a matter of fact, yes. Our sales soared when we brought out the ‘The Raven’ at the end of January. Same thing happened when we reprinted it last week. I suspect we could reprint it ten times and it wouldn’t be enough. Readers have gone Raven-mad.”

“I see.” I didn’t see. Yes, I had read the poem. Everyone in New York had since it had first been published the previous month. Even the German man who sold newspapers in the Village knew of it. Just this morning, when I asked him if he had the current issue of the Mirror, he’d said with an accent and a grin, “Nefermore.”

My dearest friend, Mrs. John Russell Bartlett, part of the inner circle of the New York literati, thanks to her husband, a bookseller and publisher of a small press, would not be quiet about him. She had been angling to meet him ever since “The Raven” had come out. In truth, I had thought I might get a glimpse of the wondrous Mr. Poe in the office that morning. He was an editor at the Mirror as well as a contributor.

Mr. Morris seemed to read my mind. “Evidently, our dear Mr. Poe is feeling his success. He is threatening to leave the magazine. Wherever he goes, I wish them luck in dealing with his moods.”

“Is he so very moody?” I still hoped to cajole Mr. Morris into friendship and, therefore, into indebtedness.

Mr. Morris gestured as if tipping a glass to his mouth.

“Oh.” I made a conspiratorial grimace.

“He’s really quite unbalanced, you know. I suspect he’s more than half mad, and it’s not just the drink.”

“A shame.”

He smiled. “Look, Mrs. Osgood, you are an intelligent woman. You’ve had some luck with your story collections for children. My own little ones loved ‘Puss in Boots.’ Why don’t you go back to that?”

I could not tell him the real reason: money. Writing children’s stories did not pay.

“I feel that it’s important for me to expand my writing,” I said. “I have things I would like to say.” Which was also true. Why must a woman be confined to writing children’s tales?

He chuckled. “Like which color brings out the roses in one’s complexion, or how to decorate at Christmas?”

I laughed, good Hooker that I am. Still smiling, I said, “I think you might be surprised at what I am capable of.”

His parrot squawked. He fed it a cracker from his pocket, then wiped his hands on his pantaloons, his sights making their habitual rounds from my eyes to my bust and back again. I forced myself to keep a cheerful gaze, although I wished to slap the curl off his forehead.

He frowned. “A beautiful woman like you shouldn’t have to trouble your head with this sort of thing, but what if you came up with something as fresh and exciting as ‘The Raven,’ only from a lady’s point of view?”

“Do you mean something dark?”

“Yes,” he said, warming to the idea. “Yes. Exactly so—dark. Very dark. I think there might be a market for that. Shivery tales for ladies.”

“You’d like me to be a sort of Mrs. Poe?”

“Ha! Yes. That’s the ticket.”

“Will I be paid the same as Mr. Poe?” I asked brazenly. Desperate times call for uncouth measures.

He marked the inappropriateness of my question with a pause before answering. “I paid Poe nothing, since he was on staff. I should think you’d want to do better than that.”

Although already envious of Mr. Poe for his recent success, I felt a twinge of sympathy for the man. Perhaps he was independently wealthy, as was Mr. Longfellow or Mr. Bryant, and did not need the money or my compassion. In any case, he was not wed to a philandering portrait painter.

Mr. Morris led me to the door. “The Mirror is a popular magazine, Mrs. Osgood. We’re not interested in literature for scholars. Bring me something fresh and entertaining. Something dark that will make the lady readers afraid to snuff their candles at night. You do that, and I’ll see what I can do for you. Just don’t turn your back on us when you’ve reached the top, as did our Mr. Poe.”

“I wouldn’t. I promise.”

“Poe’s his own worst enemy—he no sooner makes a friend than he turns him into a foe.”

“I wonder what has made him such a difficult character.”

He shrugged. “Why do wolves bite? They just do.” He held open the door, letting in a cool draft. “Give my regards to Mr. Osgood.”

“Thank you,” I said. “I will.” If he ever tired of his current heiress and came home.

•  •  •

I soon found myself on the sidewalk of Nassau Street and, it being a mild day for February, ankle-deep in slush. Gentlemen passed, encased in buttoned overcoats and plugged with top hats. They flicked curious gazes in my direction, not sure whether I was a lady to whom they should tip their hat or a Hooker who had wandered into their inner sanctum. Few females of any sort ventured into the hallowed business precincts of New York—the engine room of what was becoming the greatest money factory in the world.

I bent into the biting wind, ever present in winter in this island city, and rounded the corner onto Ann Street. A landau clattered by, its wheels flinging melted snow. Across the way, a hog rooted in refuse, one of the thousands of pigs who plied the streets, be it rich district or poor. The wet had brought out the smell of the smoke rising from the forest of rooftop chimneys as well as the stink of horse manure, rotting garbage, and urine. It is said that sailors can smell New York City six miles out at sea. I had no doubt of it.

Two short blocks later, across Ann Street from Barnum’s American Museum, with its banners advertising such humbuggery in residence as President Washington’s childhood nurse and the Feejee Mermaid, I arrived upon the shoveled promenade of Broadway. Vehicles poured down the thoroughfare before me as if a vein in the city had been opened and it was bleeding conveyances down the bumpy cobblestones. The din they made was deafening. The massive hooves of shaggy draft horses clashed against the street as they pulled rumbling wagons bulging with barrels. Stately carriages creaked by behind clopping bays. Hackneys for hire rattled alongside omnibuses with windows filled with staring faces. Whips cracked; drivers shouted; dogs barked. In the midst of it all, on a balcony on the Barnum’s building, a brass band tootled. It was enough to test one’s sanity.

Clutching my skirts, I hurried through a gap in the thundering traffic. I landed breathless on the other side of the street, where the Astor House hotel, six stories of solid granite gentility, sat frowning down its noble pillars at me. It seemed aware that I had only two pennies in the expensive reticule on my arm.

Just a month previously I had been one of its pampered residents. I had been among the privileged to bathe in its hot-running-water baths. I, too, had enjoyed reading by the gaslights and dining with the rich and beautiful at the table d’hôte. Samuel had insisted that we take rooms at the Astor House when we had moved to New York from London, to make a good impression.

Had I known of the ruinous state of our ledgers, I would have never agreed to it. But Samuel thought that as the daughter of a wealthy Boston merchant, I expected no less of him. He could never get over the inequality of our backgrounds, no matter how much I assured him that it didn’t matter to me. I, on the other hand, had gotten over it the moment he first kissed me. I had no care if we took up housekeeping in a soddy, as long as I spent the night in Samuel Osgood’s arms. Samuel, though, could never quite believe this. There is no more prideful creature than a man born poor.

Now, hunched against the icy wind and feeling the pinch of my thin pointed boots and the stabbing of my corset stays, I marched up the assault on the senses that is called Broadway. The loud swirl of striving people and their beasts dazzled the eyes, as did the brightly painted establishments bristling with signs that bragged LIFE-LIKE DAGUERREOTYPES! WORLD’S FRESHEST OYSTERS! MOUTH-WATERING ICE CREAM! FINEST QUALITY LADIES’ FANS! The stench of rotting sea creatures commingled with the sweet scent of perfumes, as did the spicy odor of unwashed human flesh and the aroma of baking pies.

Soon the flapping awnings of tobacconists, haberdashers, and dry-goods emporiums gave way to mansions with ornate iron fences that fringed their foundations like chin whiskers. Although the richest man of them all, Mr. Astor, refused to budge from his stone pile at Broadway and Prince, the fashion was to show off one’s newly minted money by constructing a castle in the neighborhoods north of Houston Street. It was in this vaunted district that I turned westward on Bleecker. In boots made to stroll across a manicured square, not march up a mile and a half of flagstones, I minced painfully past ranks of stately brick houses at LeRoy Place, in many of which I’d had tea. Near the writer James Fenimore Cooper’s ostentatiously large former home on Carroll Place, about which his wife liked to complain often and loudly that it was “too magnificent for our simple French tastes,” I veered right onto Laurens Street.

With an end in sight, I picked up my pace as much as my cursed corset and destroyed feet would allow. I hobbled elegantly by a tumbledown row of stables, smithies, and small wooden dwellings meant for those who served the denizens of the palaces around them, until at last, a block short of Washington Square, I came to Amity Place, yet another enclave of new four-story Greek Revival town houses caged in by black ironwork fences. From a third-story window, through an oval that had been cleared in the frost by the sun, peered two young girls.

My heart warmed. I opened the wrought iron gate, climbed the steep flight of six stone steps, and pushed open the door.

Five-and-half-year-old Vinnie was running down the narrow staircase as I entered the hall. “Mamma, did he buy your poem?”

“Hold on to the railing!” I exclaimed. Behind her, my elder daughter, Ellen, three years older than her sister and worlds more cautious, took the stairs at a more judicious rate.

Vinnie threw herself against me. A loud crash descended from an upstairs room, followed by a wail and the exasperated voice of my friend Eliza.

Ellen made a safe landing and held out her arms to take my mantle and hat. “Henry is being bad.”

I glanced above her. “Yes, I can hear him.”

“Mamma,” Vinnie demanded, “did the man buy your poem?”

“He didn’t buy that one. But he did ask to see more.” I opened my gloved palm, upon which lay two peppermint drops. I had taken them from a dish on Mr. Morris’s desk when I had waited for him to arrive.

Vinnie’s grin revealed a newly naked arch in her upper gums. She popped in the candy.

Ellen shifted my things in her arms, then took her piece. Not yet seven and she was as somber as a Temperance lady on Christmas. “You should write more stories for children,” she said as I peeled off my gloves. “They always buy your children’s stories.”

“I’m trying to spread my wings. What do I say about birds who don’t spread their wings?”

The candy rattled against Vinnie’s remaining teeth as she moved it to her cheek to speak. “They never learn to fly.”

“You don’t need to fly, Mother,” Ellen said. “You need to make money.”

How did she know these things? At her age, I was dressing paper dolls. Blast you, Samuel Osgood, for stunting her with worry and spoiling her childhood. I could spin all manner of tales about his care and concern for us and she always saw right through them.

“What I need to do now is to help Mrs. Bartlett,” I said cheerfully. “Vinnie, how is your ear?”

She gingerly touched the ear with the tuft of cotton sprouting from it. “Hurts.”

Just then, a young boy in a rumpled tunic trampled down the stairs, followed closely by a plain but kindly looking gentlewoman of my age, who was in turn followed by a pretty red-cheeked Irish maid carrying a toddler.

“Fanny!” cried Eliza. “Thank goodness you’re back. I have news!”

Although I had lived with Eliza Bartlett and her family for several months, my heart still swelled with gratitude at the sight of her. She and her husband had taken me in when the Astor House had turned me out. It seemed that prior to decamping for lusher pastures in November, Samuel had not paid the bill for the previous three months. After I showed up on Eliza’s doorstep with my shameful story, she made no verbal judgment, just said, “You’re staying with us.” Nor did she speak up when our other friends inquired about Samuel, but silently sat back and let me lie about his imminent return. She thus saved me from the pity that our circle would have rained upon me for being the abandoned wife of a ne’er-do-well. I would have gained their sympathy but lost my place and my pride.

She took little Johnny from her maid. “Mary, please take Mrs. Osgood’s things downstairs to dry and Henry along with you. Henry: be good.” To me she exclaimed, “Goodness, you look frozen. Why didn’t you take a hackney home?”

“What is this news?”

She removed little Johnny’s hand from inside her blouse. “Mr. Poe is coming!”

“Here?”

She laughed. “No. Not unless he wishes to change a diaper. He’s going to appear at the home of a young woman named Anne Lynch—this Saturday! And we, my dear, are invited.”

I found my excitement to meet the renowned writer was tempered by the fact that I had just been encouraged to be his competitor. “Wonderful! Do we know this Miss Lynch?”

Eliza gave little Johnny to Vinnie, who’d been silently begging for him with open arms. “She’s new to this city from Providence—she’s a friend of Russell’s family. She stopped in his shop and told him she was attempting to start a salon—not just for the usual bon ton but for artists of all kinds, rich or poor. I daresay she might have a chance at success after having snagged Poe.”

“I wonder how she lured him in.”

“She might come to regret it. He’s sure to be horribly ruthless. Poe doesn’t like anything.”

It was true. I had seen his reviews in The Evening Mirror. Prior to “The Raven,” he was best known in literary circles for his poisoned pen. For good reason he was called the Tomahawker, happy as he was to chop up his fellow writers. He regularly tore in to gentle, gentlemanly Mr. Longfellow with a savagery that made no sense. In truth, I had wondered about his sanity even before Mr. Morris’s accusation, or at least his motives for such abuse.

“The gathering is to be at seven. Say that you’ll come with me. I told her about you—” She saw my wince. “That you are a poet.”

Bless you, Eliza. “I’ll go, if the girls are well by then.”

Vinnie jogged little Johnny on her hip. “I will be!”

“There you have it,” I said with a nonchalance that I did not feel. If I became his competition, I, too, might soon be on the wrong side of the dangerous Mr. Poe.

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  • Posted October 7, 2013

    One of my all time favorite authors is Edgar Allan Poe. So when

    One of my all time favorite authors is Edgar Allan Poe. So when I heard that they were making an historical fiction book based on his life, I was super excited. I was even more excited when I found out that I would get the chance to review it.

    I received this book from NetGalley with no compensation in exchange for an honest review.

    I ended up reading this book in one night! The author went to great lengths to get the majority of details as close to real as possible. I felt transported back through time so that I would be spending the evening chatting with Edgar Allan Poe and many of his other peers.

    I loved the fact that she didn't go down the route of Edgar Allan Poe being completely insane and drug addled. Many literary scholars now believe that version of Poe's life was falsified after postmortem by one of his rivals. Yes, he had his demons. He was a heavy drinker which seems to be extremely common during that period in history. However, he did go on the wagon once he started having his poetic affair with Francis Osgood.

    If you like good historical fiction or are just a huge Edgar Allan Poe fan like me, then you need to pick up this book as soon as it hits the shelves in October! (Just in time for the anniversary of his death October 7, 1849)

    6 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 6, 2013

    Danger, sensuality, mystery and passion fill the pages of this

    Danger, sensuality, mystery and passion fill the pages of this bewitching story set in the crowded cobbled streets, alleyways, cheap boardinghouses and literary gatherings of mid-nineteenth century New York City. Everyone warns the lovely, near penniless poet Mrs. Osgood, a deserted wife with two young children, to stay away from the dark-eyed writer Edgar Allen Poe who has fallen in love with her. She writes tender verses; he creates blood-curdling tales but he is darker than his writing, carrying secrets of his frail much younger wife and his heinous past. Even when Mrs. Osgood understands that someone is trying to kill her because of him, she cannot put aside her passion until it is almost too late.

    MRS> POE is real page turner from one of our most skillful novelists!

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 3, 2013

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    When I saw this on Netgalley, my interest was immediately piqued

    When I saw this on Netgalley, my interest was immediately piqued. I’ve had a fascination with Edgar Allan Poe since I read “The Tell-Tale Heart” in middle school. Even though I’ve shied away from historical fiction in the past, I knew I had to get my hands on this book.

    While I’ve read some of his works and a biography on him, I won’t pretend I’m an expert on Edgar Allan Poe. And other than hearing her name before, I have very little knowledge at all of Frances Osgood. Luckily, whether or not you have any knowledge of the two main characters makes little to no difference at all when reading this book.

    Lynn Cullen fills in the gaps about what we know of Osgood and Poe and their relationship. She creates, what I feel is, a believable story about Osgood and Poe’s love affair. She weaves in some darkness with Mrs. Poe (with both her sickness and her obvious knowledge of her husband’s affair). In all, we’re presented with a rather unique story.

    It was clear to me that Cullen had certainly done her research before she wrote this book. It certainly made me wonder about what actually happened between Osgood and Poe.

    *This book was received from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review. *

    5 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 15, 2014

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    An interesting story surrounding the relationship between Poe, h

    An interesting story surrounding the relationship between Poe, his wife, and poet Frances Osgood.

    Contrary to what the title might indicate, this book is not a fictional account of the life of Edgar Allen Poe's wife. Instead author Lynn Cullen presents us with a story narrated by American Poet Francis Osgood regarding the complex relationship between herself, Poe, his wife, Virginia. Although most of Cullen's book is pure fiction, she begins with a few kernels of truth. Francis Osgood did meet her husband Charles in the manner included in the book. He did leave her to fend for herself in NY with their children. Francis Osgood did have a relationship of sorts with Poe, they did spend time together and correspond with each other. Poe's wife, Virginia, was sickly and did help foster the relationship between her husband and Osgood. In fact, biographers say that Virginia Poe actually helped to foster the relationship as she felt that Osgood was a good influence on the unstable Poe. Most everything else in Cullen's story is pure fiction, which she uses to tell a great story about one of the most interesting figures in American writing. 




    I really enjoyed the way that Cullen took a historical relationship that was not ordinary to begin with, and made it into a complex interaction between three people who lived unconventional lives. Through the character of Francis Osgood we get a glimpse of how life was for women writers in the the mid 19th century. A time when women were still trying to be taken seriously in the field of prose. Cullen's Poe is a man at war with himself and his various demons. Given Poe's reputation and his writing, this Poe is entirely believable. Even the sickly Virginia Poe gets to be more than just a "behind the scenes" character. I also enjoyed the cameo appearances by other historical figures such as John Astor, Louisa May Allcott, and Walt Whitman and the little historical tidbits that she included such as the origin of the graham cracker. 




    When all was said and done, though, the thing that I liked the most about this book was the way that Lynn Cullen used Edgar Allen Poe and his life to craft a very Poe-like story. As the story progresses I began to suspect that something else was going on besides just the historical recounting of the possible relationship between these three people. Just like a Poe story this book takes a bit of a dark turn, which kept me engaged and came to a satisfying conclusion. 




    Yes, I was drawn to this book by the title and the idea that it would focus on the life of Poe and his wife, I found, though, that I really enjoyed the story as presented, as well as appreciating the amount of research Cullen did in order to be able to insert the historical kernels that were in the story. So if you are looking for an interesting take on the story of Poe, Virginia, and Osgood, one with a bit of a fanciful twist, this is the book for you. If you are looking for a serious biography about Poe or his wife, I would skip it. 




    Thanks to Gallery Books and Netgalley for making this book available to me in exchange for a review.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 6, 2013

    A must-read novel for any historical fiction reader! As an avid

    A must-read novel for any historical fiction reader! As an avid fan of EAP, I was drawn in with the title, but the story kept me turning the pages! Thank you, Lynn Cullen for this masterfully written book that is sure to delight Poe aficionados and first-time fans alike.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 20, 2014

    This book will keep you up night!!

    I loved this book! I think I will actually read it again!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 26, 2014

    I wasn't sure of what I was expecting when first deciding to rea

    I wasn't sure of what I was expecting when first deciding to read and review this novel. Maybe a memoir of sorts or a tale so much more ordinary. But this...it was absolutely exquisite in its telling. A shivery tale that was not intended but which thrilled me to my very core. Almost as much as the characters, or most of them anyway, in this book were by the poem "The Raven."

    And speaking of "The Raven", I do not know a time when I have heard it mentioned so much. I mean, every other chapter or two someone was asking poor Mr. Poe to recite it. I literally sighed with frustration every time someone queried about it. I loved that, though, because it kind of emulates how things truly are. People find something that they adore, a poem or story, and then they work it to death.

    Now on to the characters. Edgar Allan Poe is a subject that many are familiar with, but I have to say that I knew little about his wife or mistress. I just knew they existed in a sense as to have made him a bit of who he was as a person, just like everyone all of us will ever meet will influence us. I actually truly loved how Frances brought out this light in Poe. He seems so dark and brooding in the beginning that it felt as if he basically considered the world an annoyance. But when she came along, I have to say, he writing became considerably brighter, even if only in poems to her, he seemed, dare I say it, happy.

    And his wife...WOW!!! Um...she was quite interesting. Seriously, though, I felt so many emotions toward her: fear, pity, fear...Okay, so maybe two words in all, but considering she was dying throughout all of this, she was a tough cookie. She was bound and determined to see Poe go with her in the end.

    All around, I loved the characters in this. The main ones (Frances, Poe, Mrs. Poe) and the not-so-main. The obnoxious and the downright deplorable. The understanding and the not-so-understanding. Everyone brought something to the table. Right down to the kitten, Miss Poe. Each brings another level to the affair which forms between Poe and Frances.

    Not a disappointment at all. In fact, I absolutely fell in love with it. There are really no other words to describe this story. I can only shake my head in satisfaction and say, "Go on...pick it up. You'll love it from its first line all the way to its last."

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 24, 2014

    Riveting

    I had read good reviews on this book, but they could not prepare me for what I was about to experience. Being a Poe admirer myself, it was an amazing experience to connect with the characters portrayed in this book. Lynn Cullen did a wonderful job of piecing together bits of history to paint a brand new image of Poe. Needless to say, I could not put it down and highly encourage the reading of this wonderful book.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 22, 2014

    Fans of historical fiction who like to know that what they're re

    Fans of historical fiction who like to know that what they're reading is historically accurate for the most part will find a fast paced story with compelling characters in "Mrs. Poe."

    The pre Civil War setting in NYC weaves in many of the big names and political movements of the day, which is also appealing to those of us who find this era so fascinating.
    A central plot line may be entirely fictional, but it makes for good reading. A little research after completing the book confirmed that Poe's character was tarnished by a slanted biography coming out shortly after his death; this book gives him his due while being an entertaining, informative read. A few passages had me concerned that it was going in the direction of a bodice-ripper, but fortunately these were few enough and sufficiently restrained to keep the material elevated to acceptable levels. Call it "chick-lit for intellectuals."

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 8, 2013

    I enjoyed the Author's Notes in the back. Cullen doesn't take he

    I enjoyed the Author's Notes in the back. Cullen doesn't take herself too seriously and says it like it is.
    This is a work of fiction born from her imagination with the added help of facts and gossip.
    What if Poe and Osgood really were smitten by lust and forced to endure their own marital woes because the society would never have allowed them to be together? Is it really that unfathomable when you take their published love poems to each other into consideration. Then again perhaps that was just a ploy to sell papers. Any kind of gossip can become face or a myth if repeated often enough. In the end the actual truth is forgotten.
    Poe does suffer with the most wretched of reputations. Griswold did commit himself to assassinating Poe's character on a large scale and the fact that Poe's mother-in-law left his estate to his purported enemy suggests that she wanted Poe to suffer even in death.
    When it comes to his character I would consider his work but one shouldn't let it form to strong an opinion about the man. How dark and twisted his mind seemed to be. His obsession with death, pain and torture. Then again he did spend many years watching his wife die slowly and painfully. He was obviously a man tormented by many demons and those demons came alive in his work.
    What I liked most about this fictitious account was the wife and her character. Throughout the book the reader is never quite sure whether Virginia is a psychopath or if she shares a sadistic or masochistic relationship with Poe. Perhaps it was a combination of two dark minds that helped create the morbid horror filled stories.
    It is infuriating to read how women were treated in that era. Effectively they were nothing more than part of their husbands property. No rights and no permission to claim anything for themselves. Thwarted and ignored by society if they do dare and stand up for themselves.
    Overall it was a fun read even if the dialogues were often quite awkward and over-dramatic.
    I received a copy of this book via NetGalley.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 6, 2013

    MRS POE is a fantastic novel! I highly recommend it. I loved oth

    MRS POE is a fantastic novel! I highly recommend it. I loved other novels about women who had love affairs with famous men (Hemingway for the Paris Wife and 
    Frank Lloyd Wright for Loving Frank) and that in itself intrigued me - I hadn't known that Poe pursued the poet Frances Osgood and won her (telltale!) heart!  

    I've always been intrigued by Poe and now I'm an even bigger fan.  And of Frances Osgood, and Mrs Poe (the character) and of course Lynn Cullen, who brings together their story brilliantly.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 6, 2013

    Luis

    I love this book. Best book ever!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 2, 2013

    Enjoyed the setting New York 1845,  Cullen really did her resear

    Enjoyed the setting New York 1845,  Cullen really did her research well.  Beautifully written. The best historical
    fiction I read this year.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 14, 2014

    Being a Poe fan this book screamed for me to read it. And I am s

    Being a Poe fan this book screamed for me to read it. And I am so glad I did!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 19, 2014

    ? this book

    I picked up this book for a beach read. Couldn't put it down, is a great historical fiction. I didn't know anything about Edgar A Poe prior to reading this book except that he was a poet with a "dark" side.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 19, 2014

    Mesmerizing

    Couldn't put it down. Poe would have approved.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 10, 2014

    Great historical novel

    Fascinating to read about EA Poe's life and loves.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 21, 2014

    For Poe fans

    If you love Poe and you like historical fiction, this is the perfect book for you.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 30, 2014

    As Captivating as Poe

    As a huge fan of Edgar Allan Poe. I found this story captivating and seemlying realistic. The author did a fantastic job with the historical facts and making the story feel as if the events really happened that way. The details are so vivid that you can feel the emotions of Frances as she struggles with her love for

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  • Posted January 30, 2014

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    The book has a good pace, creates an immersive setting, and cer

    The book has a good pace, creates an immersive setting, and certainly the main character is interesting. The book is told in first person, which helps to keep too many points of view from mudding the waters of the story. The only problems I had with the book were spotty instants where the author breaks from the more period speech and throws in some modern slang or in the event where the melodrama is a little much to bear. There is a lot of melodrama in the latter third of this book. At some points the reader is just swimming in it. Considering the fact that many times throughout the book the point of view character makes note of the ridiculous situation or says that they acted in a childish manner. I found it incredibly strange that she never makes comment as to how silly she and Mr. Poe are being. The fact that they act like teenagers isn’t what I would say is wrong with the piece. It’s that they act like teenagers in a 1950s soap opera. The rest of the book was handled so well and with what seems such attention to detail that these parts, while few in number, really break the reader from the immersion, that the author had created. Otherwise, while Mrs. Poe isn’t the type of story I usually read, I certainly appreciated it for being an excellent period piece with some descent meat on it’s bone. I would suggest it to anyone who likes a good thriller or a good piece of historical fiction.

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