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Edward Gorey and Peter Neumeyer met in the summer of 1968. Gorey had been contracted by Addison-Wesley to illustrate ¿Donald and the¿,¿ a children¿s story written by Neumeyer. On their first encounter, Neumeyer managed to dislocate Gorey¿s shoulder when he grabbed his arm to keep him from falling into the ocean. In a hospital waiting room, they pored over Gorey¿s drawings for the first time together, and Gorey infused the situation with much hilarity. This was the beginning of an invigorating friendship, fueled by a wealth of letters and postcards that sped between the two men through the fall of 1969. Those letters, published here for the first time, are remarkable for their quantity and their content. While the creative collaborations of Gorey and Neumeyer centered on children¿s books, they held wide-ranging interests; both were erudite, voracious readers, and they sent each other many volumes. Through their discussions of these books, one marvels at the beauty of thoughtful (and merry) discourse driven by intellectual curiosity. The letters also paint an intimate portrait of Edward Gorey, a man often mischaracterized as macabre or even ghoulish. His gentleness, humility, and brilliance¿interwoven with his distinctive humor¿shine in each letter; his deft artistic hand is evident on the decorated envelopes addressed to Neumeyer, thirty-eight of which are reproduced here.… (more)
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This work is not only a great find for Gorey fans, but also for those interested in how the creative process works. The letters capture Neumeyer and Gorey’s personalities and friendship as they collaborated and commiserated. Sadly their correspondence ended after about 13 months, as the two men became engrossed in other projects, but during this short time they wrote often and they wrote lengthily. This collection is also an elegy for the lost art and necessity of letter-writing.
A great bonus of this book is that they are constantly talking about and recommending books to each other, so any bibliophile will be sure to find some crackling rarities from these two eclectic men. Keep a notepad and pen handy as you read! The book also features some of Gorey’s fantastic and unique drawings, including layouts and sketches for the Donald books. There is also the delightful “STOEJGNPF,” a delightful amphibian-tapir-dog amalgam that Gorey drew on his envelopes.
This is a charming find, especially for those who wanted to know more about the inner workings of the enigmatic Edward Gory, or simply for people interested in an account of inspiration and collaboration.
In recent years his desolate Gothic vision has seeped into the fringes of popular culture just as, to use a suitably Gorey-esque metaphor, a long undiscovered body might seep into a mattress. I seem to find myself spotting his influence at every turn these days. It runs rich in the artwork of children’s illustrator David Roberts (particularly in his ‘Tales of Terror’ series), through the more adult oriented comics of Tom Gauld and across the entire cannon of Tim Burton’s work, nowhere more so than in his collection of brief, dark tales, ‘The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy’. What’s more, if you wish to see Gorey’s singular vision made flesh you could do worse than seek out the video for Nine Inch Nails’ ‘The Perfect Drug’, for which director Mark Romanek admittedly pillaged the Gorey archive. But whilst they may see echoes of his work everywhere, fans of Gorey’s dark, singular creations found themselves struck by a lack of source material about the man himself. Gorey was far from a gregarious self-publicist and interviews, though they were granted, were few and far between.
Up until now the most complete source available to the Gorey faithful was, neighbour of Gorey, Alexander Theroux’s slim “The Strange Case of Edward Gorey” volume, offering a biographical account of his varied career as an artist and writer as well as his time in the theatre (where he won a Tony award for his costume design in Frank Langella’s 1977 Broadway production of ‘Dracula’) but little in the way of what makes the man tick. Neumeyer’s book, a collection of correspondence between himself and Gorey over their 13 month period of collaboration (leading to the production of 3 books) between 1968 & 1969 not only provides many insights but also images of the illustrated letters and envelopes he received, many of which Gorey fans would (surely in an appropriately ghastly way) kill for.
Gorey and Neumeyer’s friendship is a delight to observe and serves as an excellent way to get under Gorey’s skin. His letters are gleefully eccentric creations and read like head scratching daydreams splashed directly from brain to page, revealing his varying appetites for literature, art, Zen gardening and pancakes. Most of these letters display a humble, apologetic and almost deferential tone, never wishing to offend and nearly always doubling back on themselves as if to see off any potential cause of upset. Neumeyer ends up being very much the straight man for Gorey’s meandering, conversational efforts, which flit from subject to subject with a spritely energy. For a Gorey obsessive like myself they are like so much cake thrust toward a greedy, capacious boy.
Sadly the correspondence eventually ebbs away to a few succinct efforts with Gorey struggling under a sea of other work and a lurking disappointment at unpublished Gorey/Neumeyer volumes before dropping off entirely. Whilst this must have been a tough thing to cope with at the time it appears that Neumeyer regards their brief period of contact and collaboration to have been a great joy and a privilege. Having reached the end of this collection I can only add that reading about it was too.
Peter Neumeyer and Edward Gorey collaborated between 1968 and 1970 on such works (in
The high-quality hardcover production by Pomegranate runs to 256 pages, illustrated in color. The correspondence covered all of Gorey's pursuits. Peter Neumeyer who was at the time teaching at Harvard and at SUNY Stony Brook, sent him books (German literature, Victorian poets, Noam Chomsky, turgid tomes on social science of school administration), all of which Gorey "remarkably did read, and responded with the wit and insight and every appearance of interest."
Gorey saw a legendary number of films, had an obsession with attending the ballet ("Apart from the usual eight ballet performances, nothing seems to have happened or been accomplished [this week]".) "And then the reading," says Neumeyer, "Ted once expressed surprise at what all he imagined I had read, but it was obviously no contest- none at all. In French or in English, Ted had become an enthusiast of Pierre Choderlos de Laclos, Isadora duncan, Isabelle Eberhardt, Ono no Komachi, Mrs. Inchbald, Yasumari Kawabata, Jacob Abbott, Dorothy Wordsworth, Lady Murasaki, Daisy Ashford, Amanda Ross and "Violent Pageant" (i.e., Violet Lee Paget).
The true Gorey fan will be interested, in passing, that he thought of his own "The Unstrung Harp" as "juvenilia" ("I was twenty-eight at the time... mostly because I dislike the overly eccentric style of the drawing, which I did for years and years and thought I would never get out of, and then I think despite the fact that it was in a sense written to order, though no one told me what to write about, it is somewhat maudlin, by which I suppose I mean personal, even if it only about being an artist.") Wow.
In another telling insight, Gorey writes "Wallpaper is my bete noir. I put aside The Hapless Child after about three drawings for several years because I couldn't face the notion of drawing any more wallpaper." He concludes with this paragraph. "If you don't understand most of this letter, you may ask questions."
Accompanying this letter is a picture of the envelope where Mr. Neumeyer's name and address are penned in a red balloon coming mysteriously out of a spout-like speaker-phone on a coffin-like box floating on some rough seas with a single fish leaping out of the water.
Throughout the letters, we get not only a sense of what interests held these two men in common, but also a sense of the slow, shy manner in which Gorey increasingly shared his artistic output and creation for feedback and comment. In terms of impish humor, we have numerous samples, including an imagined advertisement against smoking, a Gorey limerick.
Finally, this reviewer would like to add that "Donald and the ..." and the planning of the drawing on the last page forms a key part of the correspondence between the collaborators, which I urge Gorey fans to check out by buying the book.
This book offers a privileged glimpse into both the writing and illustrating process, and the personal relationship between two extremely witty men who hold each other in the highest esteem. I enjoyed reading about their collaborative work in creating the Donald books and learning how much each influenced the other's parts in the projects.
The juxtaposition of their whimsical ideas, words, and drawings with the humdrum realities of their everyday lives is captivating and comforting. I was glad to have the inclusion of facsimiles of a few of the wonderfully rambling letters and postcards, especially the fabulous envelopes that Gorey illustrated before mailing off to his friend. And the stoej-gnpf, that hybrid creature on the front cover that Gorey decided was part himself and part his friend, and became a secret symbol between them of their like-mindedness and collaborative magic.
But how does one review the personal correspondence between two friends, who just happen to be writers and artists? One doesn't. I have been merely eavesdropping, but the things I overheard were fascinating. I only wonder why they ever stopped. Thank you so much, Mr. Neumeyer, for sharing these letters with the rest of us.
This volume is a collection of letters between Gorey and a collaborator on a series of children’s books, called Peter F Neumeyer. It’s not only fascinating in the way it opens a hitherto unknown window into part of Gorey’s life, but also because the very nature of the friendship between the two men sort of begins to take on Gorey-esque proportions when you look at it closely. But my theory is that once you’ve been touched by the genius of Gorey, you start to look for clues to the central enigma of this curious man even where this is none to find. You look for connections when fundamentally there aren’t any. Yes, Neumeyer’s children’s book was on a housefly (it was called “Donald and…”) and Gorey loved all animals so much (the introduction by Neumeyer pretty much starts with a quotation from one of ‘Ted’s’ letters which says “I am really more and more tolerant to all insect life as life goes on”) that it seems a marriage made in heaven. And then there’s the curious first meeting between the two men: stony silence from Gorey during a day on Neumeyer’s editor’s boat that was only broken by Gorey’s spectacular failure to get out of a dinghy on to dry land. They bonded pretty much in casualty. The thing is, you can imagine a Gorey-esque story which goes along similar lines, but it’s not a very Gorey-esque set up. A bit more like Wodehouse actually. You end up looking for the Gorey in these things, always hunting for possible clues.
But if we’re guilty of reading too much into events in these letters, the correspondence that the meeting ignited is a feast of clues and possible ways into the Gorey enigma. Over a particularly heated period in 1969 this artist and writer and his new found friend the academic bonded over philosophy, art and literature. The book is a catalogue of pointers towards what makes Gorey Gorey, and is also riddled with particular hints as to what made the man tick. And just when you think you’re onto something – like perhaps the Kit Williams’ “Masquerade” books – you suddenly realise the jig is up and Gorey begins to go silent and enigmatic as the letters peter out. It’s one of those rare occasions where a series of letters basically has a form of narrative arc.
So. The book itself…
The best books of letters out there – I’m thinking of Chandler and Wodehouse primarily – are the sort you dip into. Frequently they’re grouped together by theme or correspondent. This book is different because it’s primarily the whole friendship from beginning to end – envelopes included. For the Gorey fan those envelopes are almost worth purchasing the book for in itself. They’re works of art in themselves and its kind of humbling to see Gorey could knock off things this lovely just for letters.
The subjects covered: every time you dip in something new and fascinating takes your fancy. Just a cursory look at the index should give you some idea of the range of subjects covered… Edward Ardizzone. Barbarella. Jorge Luis Borges. Walter de la Mare. Thomas Hardy. Hermann Hesse. Kafka. Flann O’Brien. It’s a quite literary conversation this: high art, cinema, literature, theatre, music. It would be fascinating to see what other correspondences with people who weren’t, say, English academics would be like. I know for a fact Gorey was a massive fan of Doctor Who so a more low art correspondence would be equally as fascinating. Gorey seems like a massive polymath… but then again didn’t the books themselves tell you something of that? Surely part of the enigma of the man is the wealth of peculiar sources that became mingled into this heady of stews.
It’s also a bit unfair that Neumeyer, in any other circumstances, would be a fascinating man in his own right. Fair game of him to take the back seat for Gorey. This is his book and part of the joy is that Neumeyer, whether he did it consciously or not, teases the best out of Gorey. Maybe that’s why Gorey goes silent in the end (there I go myself, looking for clues and patterns where there aren’t any) as he realises how open he’s being and how unlike him it is. I could quote it endlessly and given the time I probably would and each time the essay would be on a different subject: and that seems quite right too.
And then just when you begin to think you’ve worked out the clues, or have gone along with the cliché that there are clues to somehow find, towards the end Gorey starts to almost disappear. The letters are still beautiful, but more enigmatic and distant. They almost remind me of those annoyingly precious “Griffin and Sabine” by Nick Bantock but obviously not so precious. Postcards mostly with tickets and ephemera taped to them. The writing itself becomes spare and fragile, almost like haikus… considering Gorey’s love of Japanese art (which he goes on about repeatedly and at length, with great passion, in the letters) this could almost be deliberate.
A few final thoughts on the volume sent to me by Pomegranate books. Firstly it came in a WHOPPING box which was packaged in so much tape it took about twenty minutes for me to dig into. And when I finally get the book out after all that anticipation… it’s beautiful. Truly beautiful. A lovely, hefty, lovingly illustrated and designed book which – like their single volume Gorey reissues – really the master deserves. And more than just that, even the Pomegranate catalogue is a lovely thing to behold… AND there’s another Gorey postcard. Are they trying to bribe a good review out of me? If so it worked. I’ve had some good books through librarything. I’ve had some bad books through librarything. I’ve had some occasional great books through librarything. This? This was worth me becoming a member alone. It’s gorgeous and glorious and I’ll treasure it forever.
A masterpiece? Yes. Definitely. I cannot recommend it enough.
On the plus side, this is a gorgeously produced book; as a
The correspondence between the two is also full of fascinating insights into the joint creative process, and oblique insights into Gorey's home life.
However, much of the content of the letters consists of the kind of humdrum minutiae one might reasonably expect to find in correspondence between two friends who are also colleagues. After all, such letters are never intended for publication and are therefore not "crafted" in the way that material for publication would be.
Therefore I found a sense of anticlimax creeping in as the correspondence progressed. Enjoyable, treasurable for the insights it grants, but unlikely to be a book I'd ever read cover-to-cover again.
But those envelopes ARE fantastic!
For any Gorey admirer, this book provides insights into the author/illustrator's life. That he was an avid reader, an ardent patron of NY Ballet, and an animal lover are not revelations. But the ways in which these come through in his letters show just how deep, passionate, or prolific he was about these. He sometimes reveals his incredulity over his fans, and even writes hoping Neumeyer will soon have similar experiences so they can compare. His moments of stress and feeling overwhelmed are no surprise when one thinks about the sheer volume of activity going on: 4-8 ballets a week during the season, several films, reading and discussing multiple books at once, writing & illustrating his own books, illustrating books for others (such as Neumeyer), visits to or from friends and family, dealing with publishers and agents, etc.
Both men are erudite, and along with the letters they send each other books, articles, snippets from newspapers, which are then discussed in the correspondence. One sees why the two men became such fast friends, if even for a relatively short time - and all thanks to Neumeyer's essentially managing to dislocate Gorey's shoulder in the course of their 1st meeting.
One could easily sit with this book and a notepad, just to be able to research (and later hunt down) many of their references, especially as these references clearly influence both men's/each man's works. The occasional reprints of the actual letters themselves - as typewritten or handwritten - are particularly enjoyable. And this is my one quibble with the book - I would have liked more of these, as they show more style and bring their exchanges more to life. It also helped break up what was sometimes very dense writing of letters that went on for pages at a time.
In short, this is a fantastic book not only for any Gorey fan, but also for anyone interested in the writing process, or for anyone who just misses actual letters chock full of reflection, sharing, references, insights, quirky bits, and personality.
The book itself is both wonderful and slightly frustrating; great care was taken in its creation - it's a very solid book, sewn binding, jacket cover art duplicated on the boards, heavy paper that allows for the depths of shadow and detail in the photographs and illustrations - this is clearly a book meant to last. However, the paper, though wonderful for illustrations/images, is not so wonderful for the reader where text is involved. The pages are very thick for a reading experience - I was constantly checking to see if I'd skipped a page (they feel like the thickness of two pages together.) That is, however, a minor quibble, especially when faced with the overall excellence of the edition (both content and construction.)
I highly recommend this to anyone with a love of Edward Gorey's work, discussions of literature and the arts, or an interest in the working relationship between a writer and an illustrator - the book covers these gloriously.
Overall rating: 4.5 or 5 stars
A must-have for any Goreyphile. Gorey and Neumeyer (who collaborated on several books) have a charming, fun correspondence. What a gift to receive illustrated envelopes from EG in
Samples of the illustrated envelopes as well as of hand-written letters dot the book. I sank into my couch with a cup of cocoa and polished this book off in hours. Such a treat!
The topics varied from work and day to day life, books, movies and
The physical quality of this book is amazing, the paper is thick and glossy, the cover and binding are top notch as well and I loved the layout between the letters, envelopes and drawings, it has an organic and whimsical feel to it. This is my first Pomegranate book and I doubt it will be my last if this is the level of overall quality I can expect from them.
As for the contents of the letters, much of the philosophical pondering, film, art and literature discussion is beyond me. I am not wired that way. My eyes have been opened to a whole world of authors, directors and artists whom I knew nothing about, but will enjoy exploring. I love Gorey now if for nothing more than his opinion of Salinger's works. What I truly enjoyed, were the free ramblings each of the men felt comfortable sharing with one another, the joy they had in discussing books and authors. It left me a little sad at the end that such a friendship could drop by the wayside, but then that is the way of friendships. Some are intense for a lifetime, and some are a lifeline to get one through a season.