Edgar Allan Poe in New York

In which I find that The Bronx is relatively safe as far as Poe-house locations go, and Soviet-era hardware appears on the sidewalk.

Edgar Allan Poe's house in the Bronx has, by far, the nicest and safest feeling setting of all his homes.

It's an interesting thing to see in New York, and not one of the stereotypical tourist things.

It used to be what I suppose you would call a flop house. A men's residential hotel.

Small, and I mean very small, rooms that are just a bed and a closet. All the plumbing is down the hall.

There are still some permanent residents on one side, but the rest provides cheap private (!) single and double rooms for travelers.

Yes, this is the entire room, I am standing in the hallway looking in through the door.

The length of the single bed is the larger dimension of the room, just a few inches over six feet. Side to side it's maybe five feet.

But how much space do you really need when you're not going to do anything but sleep, change clothes, and store things in your room?

Poe's home is at 2640 Grand Concourse, in the area of the Bronx known as Fordham. Take the B/D MTA line to either Kingsbridge Road or Fordham Road, the home is about half-way between them.

The home appears on the Bronx bus map as "Poe Cottage", which is accurate. Much more cottage than house.

Poe moved there around May 1846. Back then the heavy settlement would have stopped around today's mid-town Manhattan, and there would have been open land around his place and between there and more heavily settled areas. Fordham was quite rural, and was connected to the city by rail.

This was Poe's final home. He died while visiting Baltimore three years after moving here.

Among other things, he wrote "Annabel Lee" and "Ulalume" and published quite a bit of literary criticism while living here.

Well, that's the Liberal Elite for you, putting up Christmas decorations. That sort of behavior will only encourage the terrorists. Or so Dick Cheney wants us to think.

Other Poe sites in New York include some locations where he lived in Manhattan. According to the Walking Tour at poets.org, he arrived in New York on 6 April 1844 with his frail wife Virginia and they immediately moved into a boarding house at Cedar and Greenwich Streets. That's now just south of the former World Trade Center site, on a corner now occupied by a building housing O'Hara's Pub.

He immediately set about finding a job in the nearby Publisher's Row, to pay the rent be able to bring his mother-in-law, Mrs Clemm, and the cat, Catterina, from Philadelphia. He wrote to Mrs. Clemm:

The house is old and looks buggy. ... The landlady, a nice, chatty old soul — gave us the back room on the third floor — night & day attendance — for 7$ — the cheapest board I ever knew, taking into consideration the central situation and the living. I wish Kate [Catterina, the cat] could see it — she would faint. Last night, for supper, we had the nicest tea you ever drank, strong & hot — wheat & rye bread & cheese — tea — cakes (elegant), a great dish (2 dishes) of elegant ham, and 2 of cold veal. ...

Throughout the rest of 1844 they moved from one boarding house to another looking for cheap comfort for the ailing Virginia Poe. One place they stayed was Mrs Foster's boarding house at 4 Ann Street. This was a business street, the building probably had some business in the front and boarding rooms behind and above. This was just barely off Broadway, and Barnum's Museum at Ann and Broadway kept a brass band playing six days out of the week, and Broadway had very heavy traffic consisting largely of wagons with iron-rimmed wheels. This made the intersection one of the noisiest in New York, probably far noisier than it is even today.

In 1845, while living at 85 West 3rd Street, Poe was treated for a head cold at the Northern Dispensary, seen at right. The dispensary had been built in 1831 to provide free medical care for area residents. It can be found today on the northeast corner of 7th Avenue and Christopher Street, just across from the Christopher Street subway station.

"Valentine's Manual of Old New York", Henry Collins Brown, New York (N.Y.)., Common Council, 1922, available from Google Books, mentions the Poe Cottage (page 246) and has a whole chapter on Poe in New York, pages 263-318. What is now the Upper West Side was then called Harsenville and Bloomingdale. That book from 1922 describes the area on pages 276-280:

The most southerly of the Bloomingdale farms was probably the Brennan farm, lying between the river and the Bloomingdale road (whose course Broadway now defines and follows) and between Eighty-third and Eighty-fifth Streets as now defined.

He found in the Brennan farm, upon a rocky knoll about midway between the river and the Bloomingdale road, a plain, old-fashioned double-frame dwelling house two stories high with eight windows on either front, flanked by a chimney at either end. Like most ancient farmhouses in these precincts, there were traditions that Washington and his generals at the time of the battle of Harlem Heights used the old house (which had not seen a coat of paint in all its career) as a headquarters. There were certainly primeval trees. Mr. Gill, who saw the house in 1880, speaks highly of its calm remove from any indication of the big nearby city.

[....]

When, in June, 1888, the city opened West Eighty-fourth Street to the river, the Brennan House was pulled down.

It goes on to say that the mantelpiece from Poe's room was removed and later presented to Columbia University, which mounted it over a dummy fireplace in the Carpenter Library in Philosophy Hall, affixing a metal plate identifying it as the mantel before which Poe wrote The Raven.

I had purchased a number of books that I didn't want to haul back, so I looked for a shipping box.

It's easy to find boxes along the sidewalks in the evening. Restaurants and bars break down and tie together heavy cardboard boxes in which they get bottled beer, wine and liquor. They then set them out in the evening for overnight collection.

That works just fine as additional checked baggage on the airlines, just duct-tape it closed and check it through.

However, you can't mail anything through USPS if there any mention of alcohol is visible. So, I was looking for some other type of similarly sized and shaped box.

Hmmm, what's this? About the same size and shape as liquor boxes. Soft cardboard with just some small markings. Partly in Russian?

Sure enough. Bowery Electrical Supply in the East Village buys Russian vacuum tubes by the case. The EL34 is a power pentode with a glass envelope and an octal base. 25 watts plate dissipation with convective cooling.

And packaged in the common Russian soft-pulp cardboard. As strong as if it were pre-dampened. Maybe it's what you get when you make cardboard from birch pulp. But that box would work just fine when reinforced with plenty of clear shipping tape.

If you care, and I realize that you probably don't, OTK is the abbreviation for Отдел Технического Контроля, Otdyel Tekhnicheskovo Kontrolya, or Department of Technical Control. Basically, it's Russian for MIL-STD.

I shipped my books masquerading as Russian electronics back to Indiana, and flew to Chicago just in time to catch what was described as "near-blizzard conditions". A night or two there, then home on Amtrak.

Thinking back over the trip along the NY - PHL - BAL - DC corridor, I realized that several things increase dramatically as you travel south along the east coast of the United States:

Assuming that these things can be linearly extrapolated, the public buses in Charleston, South Carolina probably have a hellfire-and-brimstone preacher juggling rattlesnakes at one end of the aisle, and at the other end, actual strippers handing out promotional packs of cigarettes advertising the clubs where they dance. And, the neighborhood where Poe once lived in Richmond, Virginia, must be about like Grozniy or Mogadishu.

However, the number of police helicopters circling overhead with daylight spots peaked in Baltimore. So these phenomena may not all have strictly linear or even monotonically increasing patterns.

Edgar Allan Poe on the Streets of New York

The Safety of the Bronx

Other U.S. Travel Destinations

International Travel