I wrote this post over two years ago. I decided to rehash it now, simply because I'm in a Gorey mood.
My observant blog visitors have undoubtedly noticed the Gashlycrumb Tinies illustration on my sidebar. Gorey fans will recognize it instantly. The uninitiated will wonder "What the hell is that?"
I have been an Edward Gorey fanatic for nearly as long as I can remember. The essence of his nature is strongly akin to mine: a love of cats, a dislike of children, a balletomane, a penchant for solitude, a decidedly enigmatic and eccentric existence. His delightful books and illustrations are a delicious combination of grim humor, mystery, and the macabre - - always drenched in a Victorian and/or Edwardian atmosphere.
And yes, Gorey - very appropriately - is his real name.
Edward St. John Gorey (1925-2000) was born in Chicago and lived much of his later life in Massachusetts, where his Cape Cod home is now a museum. He studied at Harvard and - although largely a self-taught artist - completed one semester at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. He was a book cover illustrator for Doubleday in New York between 1953-1960.
This is not intended to be a biography, but rather an introduction to possibly whet your appetite. Gorey - much like his artistic creations - was unique, intriguing, and well worth discovering.
An interesting side note: Edward Gorey's stepmother was cabaret singer Corinna Mura. She was the woman with the guitar in Rick's cafe who sang La Marseillaise in the movie Casablanca.
I posted The Gashlycrumb Tinies in it's entirety on my other blog at this link:
Meanwhile, here are a few random Gorey illustrations for your viewing pleasure.
Edward Gorey with cat