Not many people have heard of Morton Bartlett, a quiet Bostonian bachelor who had been an orphan till adulthood. Upon becoming an adult, Bartlett began to long for a family of his own. His solution to this desire: he would create them himself from plaster and paint. The only book that I know of about […]
Several years ago I was consuming beer alongside my dear poet-friend and wine-drinking Mary Ruefle. We were sitting in a pub in Kalamazoo, Michigan talking about the random moments of life as we usually did over lilting libations. It was this night she told me about doll murders … the subject no doubt coming up […]