EDWARD GOREY 1925-2000

Trechos do obituário do nytimes:
"Edward Gorey, the artist and the author who was a grand master of the comic macabre and delighted generations of readers with his spidery drawings and stories of hapless children, swooning maidens, throbblefooted specters, theatening topiary and weird, mysteries events on eerie Victorian landscapes, died on Saturday...
..Edmund Wilson, the first of many critics to extol Mr. Gorey's work, described his world as 'poisonous and poetic'. It was that as much more: witty, woeful, devious and delirous to the point of obsession...
..The books could be bizarre in the extreme. His alphabet books chronicle the mishaps of unfortunates deceived by fate. 'The Gashlycrumb Tinies' begins with 'A is for Amy who fell down the stairs' (a ghostly child plummeting headlong to her doom) and ends with 'Z is for Zillah who drank too much gin.' The stories of peril are frightful, but with a strong sense fo mockery..
..A covey of cats shared his life and, in Gorey fashion, had free run of the furniture. The number varied from five to six. If a stray showed up at his door, he would immediately welcome in.. Mr Gorey remembered the time that the cats were on a couch and suddenly 'everyone turned', eys opening wide, as if someone, or something, unseen had entered the room...
..Once he was asked he wrote so much about murder and other forms of violence, Mr Gorey answered 'Well, I don't know. I guess I'm interested in real life. "