One hundred and sixty-four years ago today, on October 7, 1849, Edgar Allan Poe died in Baltimore, Maryland. Poe is arguably the tallest giant in the field of American literature, the Lord Byron of the United States, and certainly a fascinating historical figure in his own right. Not unlike his life, Poe’s death remains shrouded in mystery. It’s not clear why he died or what happened to him in the days before his death, but whatever it was, it was strange.
What we know happened is this. Poe had been living in Richmond, Virginia, but left there on September 27 to return to New York. On October 3 he was found in the street outside Ryan’s Tavern in Baltimore. He was delirious, unkempt, unshaven and wearing strange clothes that looked like they didn’t belong to him. A passer-by, Joseph Walker, helped Poe and delivered him to a doctor named John Joseph Moran. He also wrote a letter to one of Poe’s friends advising him of the writer’s condition and urging that someone do something for him post-haste.
Poe was taken to Washington College Hospital and confined in a prison-like room usually reserved for drunks. Dr. Moran was the only person to have contact with him in his final days. Poe could not explain what had happened to him or how he came to be in his strange condition. For the rest of his life Moran gave conflicting accounts of Poe’s last days, the various accounts not even agreeing on when the writer was admitted to the hospital. His last words were also disputed. He may have called for his wife Virginia (who was dead), or someone called Reynolds (we’re not sure who that is), or he may have spouted poetry. All we know is that he died on October 7. There was no death certificate filed and no hospital records kept; that was not unusual for 1849.
Poe’s grave has been moved several times. This is the original one, where he was laid to rest on October 9, 1849. He was moved from this spot in 1875.
The usual interpretation is that Poe was drunk when he was found in front of Ryan’s Tavern and that his death had something to do with his severe alcohol abuse. Indeed, that Poe was a raging alcoholic is taken as an article of faith today. In reality there is no evidence that Poe was found drunk, and in fact he may not have been an alcoholic at all; certainly he binge-drank at various points of his life, but at the time of his death he was a member of a temperance society. Dr. Moran insisted Poe didn’t smell of alcohol and there was no indication that he was intoxicated on October 3. The drunk-Poe theory was pushed heavily in later years by Rufus Wilmot Griswold, Poe’s literary executor, who for complicated reasons seems to have deliberately sought to portray Poe as a drink-sodden, drug-addled lunatic.
So if he wasn’t drunk, what did he die of? We have no idea, and I for one am very wary of modern observers, even those with extensive medical knowledge, “diagnosing” historical figures they cannot examine. (How many different causes of death have been attributed, for example, to Mozart?) I’m more interested in what happened to Poe between September 27 and October 3, a period about which we know nothing. How did he get to Baltimore? Who interacted with him there? How did he come to be wearing someone else’s clothes? Was he attacked by someone, forcibly drugged perhaps? If so, why?
These questions will likely remain unanswered forever, but they are part of the enduring fascination with Edgar Allan Poe, his dark and amazing mind and talents, and his tumultuous life. The mystery will probably never be solved, but it’s interesting to think about.