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My Heart
Was Volcanic
Days When
My Heart
Was Volcanic
A novel of
Edgar Allan Poe
James Spada
www.jamesspada.com
ISBN 1453766065
LCCN: 2010912875
Author’s Note
This is a work of fiction. Some of the characters, principally
the narrator, are products of my imagination. Others, like
Edgar Allan Poe, his family, and his literary circle, are real.
Some of the events in this story actually happened, others
were created by me. Some of the words spoken and
opinions offered by Edgar Poe in this book come from his
poems, stories, and letters. The Poe cottage still exists and
is maintained largely as it was in 1846 by the Bronx
County Historical Society in New York. The Blackwell’s
Island Lunatic Asylum, closed in 1894, lies in ruins on what
is now called Roosevelt Island in New York’s East River.
Prologue
Poe, Poe, Poe! Will I ever be free of that name and the
miserable memories it stirs? The thought that he could
give his love to another woman—and one who has had
knowledge of another man!—after his dear Sissy fills me
with anger and disbelief. Theirs are the faces that most
haunt my dreams.
When I met Mr. Poe I put myself in his hands. I longed
with my student’s fervor that he would not only show me
how to be a poet but would guide me to a wise and
fruitful manhood. In the beginning I felt exhilarated,
certain that this would be so. But little by little the
sweet cream of my dreams grew sour, then curdled. The
man I have become stares back at me from the glass
behind the bar.
The bile of recrimination flows through my veins, and
yet I know in my heart that I am as much at fault as Mr.
Poe. I cannot blame him more than I blame myself for
what knowing him made me desire, made me become,
made me do.
One
Fordham, New York, July 1846