Recently, a loyal reader assured me she’d keep my secret.
“Which one?” I asked, mostly joking.
“That you’re also Andrea Janes, of course!” was his reply.
This was, in part, his evidence:
Andrea Janes is a native of Canada now living in New York City, where she spends most of her time writing ghost stories and dark fairy tales. She is obsessed with dreams, monkeys, rare diseases, and slapstick. Her writing can be found at www.cabinetdesfees.com and on her blog at bourbonandtea.blogspot.com
I checked out Andrea Janes and was quite taken with her work, but alas, I am not she. Nor, for that matter, is she I.
Sorry, been reading a lot of Lovecraft of late and it’s seriously screwing with my linguistic faculties.
Speaking of Lovecraft, did you read the profile of Guillermo del Toro in last week’s New Yorker? It covers, amongst other things, his quest to bring Lovecraft’s At the Mountains of Madness to the screen. Good article.
Where was I? Right, so I’m not Andrea Janes. Clues include that I’m not living in New York City. Nor am I Canadian. Although I am from Florida, which was annexed by Canada some years back a winter breeding ground for free range Canadian retirees, so that may count for something.
At any rate, learning about Andrea Janes led me to this delightful review she wrote for the Rumpus, Corine May Botz’s Haunted Houses.
Technically, I started this little adventure with the Rumpus piece, since that’s where that bio blurb is posted. Whatever.
The review about Botz’s work reminded me of something I need to speak to Doctor Birdcage about.
That may be the worst conclusion to a post, ever, but I’m sick and this is all I’ve got today. Sorry, kids.