Mark Dery writes in the NYT how Edward Gorey's fabulous, sinister drawings haunt the collective subconscious, inspiring the artistry behind Alice, Coraline and other blockbusters.
Gorey was born to be posthumous. His poisonously funny little picture books — deadpan accounts of murder, disaster and discreet depravity, narrated in a voice that affects the world-weary tone of British novelists like Ronald Firbank and Ivy Compton-Burnett — established him as the master of high-camp macabre.
Nightshade Is Growing Like Weeds [NYT]
