Following Edgar Allan Poe's death, his lawyer becomes obsessed with clearing Poe's name and proving that he did not die a drunkard. The book is densely worded and reads much like a Victorian novel. A lot of research went into it, and it has more twists and turns than a pretzel, but I have to agree with the other characters who thought the protagonist was crazy for throwing everything away to pursue the case of a dead man he'd never met in person.
"Oh, you can’t help that," said the Cat: "we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad." "How do you know I’m mad?" said Alice. "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn’t have come here.”
