This past Sunday, a 4chan user posted nude and revealing photos online, supposedly hacked from the iCloud accounts of numerous female celebrities such as Jennifer Lawrence, Kate Upton, Lea Michele and more. While some outlets have reported this leak as a juicy celebrity “scandal,” it’s more accurately described as a sex crime.
"Do not fear for Eddy!" the doomed man called out as he boarded a steamship out of Brooklyn.
These, among Edgar Allan Poe’s last words to his family, were spoken to his aunt Maria in June 1849; in October he was found dying in the street in Baltimore, incoherent and dressed in another man’s clothing. The irony of his departing words, and the mysterious circumstances of death, all seem rather fitting for the father of the detective story.
Yet for a biographer, what’s striking in that line is that last word—Eddy. To the world, he is the iconic Edgar Allan Poe, author of “The Raven,” “The Tell-Tale Heart,” and dozens of other vital classics of American Gothicism. But to his aunt, his neighbors, his colleagues, he was indeed Eddy — a hardworking writer and careful craftsmen, bedeviled by drinking and literary quarreling, but as ready to earn his living by penning puzzle columns and editorials on "Try a Mineralized Pavement" as by “The Fall of the House of Usher.” And it’s perhaps in those curious moments and foibles of ordinary life that the lesser-known glimpses of “Eddy” emerge:
1. Poe employed an impressive array of assumed names. His first, quite unwillingly, was his college nickname: “Gaffy.” Other false names were out of necessity, as when hiding from creditors (Henri Le Rennet) or to enlist in the army (Edgar A. Perry). He also indulged in them to write a campaign song (as Thaddeus Perley), to pack a magazine with his own work (Littleton Barry), and to stalk a potential fiancée (Edward S.T. Grey).
BEIRUT — The dramatic arrival of Da’ish (ISIS) on the stage of Iraq has shocked many in the West. Many have been perplexed — and horrified — by its violence and its evident magnetism for Sunni youth. But more than this, they find Saudi Arabia’s ambivalence in the face of this manifestation both troubling and inexplicable, wondering, “Don’t the Saudis understand that ISIS threatens them, too?”
It appears — even now — that Saudi Arabia’s ruling elite is divided. Some applaud that ISIS is fighting Iranian Shiite “fire” with Sunni “fire”; that a new Sunni state is taking shape at the very heart of what they regard as a historical Sunni patrimony; and they are drawn by Da’ish’s strict Salafist ideology.
Other Saudis are more fearful, and recall the history of the revolt against Abd-al Aziz by the Wahhabist Ikhwan (Disclaimer: this Ikhwan has nothing to do with the Muslim Brotherhood Ikhwan — please note, all further references hereafter are to the Wahhabist Ikhwan, and not to the Muslim Brotherhood Ikhwan), but which nearly imploded Wahhabism and the al-Saud in the late 1920s.
Many Saudis are deeply disturbed by the radical doctrines of Da’ish (ISIS) — and are beginning to question some aspects of Saudi Arabia’s direction and discourse.
There’s an incredible chain of tropical islands in the Pacific that is sprinkled with pink, white and black sand beaches, ultra-relaxing luxury resorts, charming countrysides and villages, exotic foods and an enticing nightlife. You know it exists, but you’ve probably never thought of planning a trip there.