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The Edgar Allen Poe museum on E. Main is highly overrated. It’s tiny and the sorts of things they display are the man’s childhood bed, a model of the city of Richmond at the time of his youth (complete with his friends’ and dentist’s houses labelled) and works of art inspired by his writings. The largest part of the museum itself the “Enchanted Garden”, which is in essence a “garden to recreate the one designed to recreate the one described in Poe’s love poem, ‘To One In Paradise’, though the next few lines of the handout provided explain that “after having been altered significantly pver the course of the past eighty-seven years, the garden is now undergoing restorations to return it to its original appearance.” Correct me if I’m wrong, but something constructed to resemble something else that no longer resembles it, in actuality, is pretty dang irrelevant. I left feeling that my five dollar admission was in vain. In short, the Edgar Allen Poe museum is chock full of irrelevant and uninteresting items, but mostly completely gratuitous pieces constructed exclusively for the museum and having little to do with the life or work of Poe himself.
The most offensive of all these adulturations were the plush Raven puppets for sale in the gift shop. I don’t think that Edgar would have approved.
In other news, I appear to exceeded my allotted 400 text messages this month. How is that even possible? From this point forward, if your text is not mind-blowingly witty, I shan’t pursue a conversation with you. Actually, that isn’t even it. No more high-schoolers may borrow my phone, ever.
(Obligatory “Quoth the Ashley, ‘nevermore!’”)
