A different sort of Easter message, though one no less poignant, from IA satirist – and passionate humanist – Gee.

Since the book will eventually go the way of all material things, I thought I’d give it some virtual life. Three years ago I honoured another of my father’s wishes, that the letters he wrote in 1941 to his future wife would be preserved. So now I’d like to add to the publication of Letters to Jess these images of Poe’s melancholy speculation about the hereafter. My mother Jess is still alive aged 100. She retains her Christian faith and probably won’t agree that Poe is proper Easter reading. On the other hand, she always enjoyed his mystery stories, and I might just get away with it.




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