On
October 3rd, 1849, Edgar Allan Poe was found wandering dazed around the
streets of downtown Baltimore, wearing clothes that didn't belong to
him (perhaps a fetching bikini/ sarong combo). Poe was taken to hospital
and four days later he was dead. With all medical records lost, and the
author incoherent until his death, it was unclear how he went missing
in the first place, how he turned up wearing a stranger's clothes, even
what caused his death, until a conspiracy theory emerged, maybe a
figment of imagination, or maybe a sinister truth of America's shady
past.
The
theory was that Poe was a victim of cooping, an old-school form of
election fraud in which shady government characters would employ heavies
(in nineteenth century Baltimore maybe a time-travelling Stringer Bell)
to kidnap people from the streets, keep them bunged in cages, and ferry
them around to different voting wards to rack up multiple votes for the
same candidate. As fitting a fate as this sounds to befall a great
eccentric such as Poe, it seems a strange way to get extra votes in a
country that at the time was so corrupt that senators could trawl
library records and pull the details of dead men for some extra support.
And if you were going to coop somebody, you might not choose someone of
such a ghoulishly terrifying appearance as Poe. It's not said whether
he had his trademark moustache when he was found. In the theory's
defence, there's no rational explanation for Poe going missing and
turning up in borrowed clothes, other than that he may have been
kidnapped and forced to perform nightly strips in Baltimore's
gentlemen's clubs alongside a host of other moustachioed beauties, and
after a few days, worn out, he was slipped into the nearest outfit and
dropped on the streets.
Whether
the cooping story is true or not, whenever I think of Poe I have the
image of a scary wide-eyed horror writer locked in a cage and wearing a
giant fake beak, fluffy downage glued all over his body. It makes The Tell-Tale Heart less scary if you imagine it being written by a giant man-chicken.
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