Henry James’ muses, the bust in his dining room, and a sort of secret dynasty
“I was very strongly drawn to him and, in spite of the difference in our ages, a great attachment sprang up between us.”
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Boston Marriage in Old Atlanta: An iPhone rings a silent Bell
A forgotten poet was resurrected by AT&T, which normally can’t raise a signal much less the dead. But with a little smartphone gumshoeing, I had deciphered an enduring lesbionic relationship hidden in plain sight in the middle of Atlanta’s staunchest Rebel cemetery. It was like a gay Da Vinci Code!