Of all my books - and there are many - some of the ones I enjoy best are my Edward Gorey books. I have Amphigorey, Amphigorey Too, Amphigorey Also, The Epiplectic Bicycle, and more. The Amphigorey books are particular treasures. Each is a fantastic compendium of weird and wonderful tales, bizarre creatures, Edwardian, high-strung, hysterical women taking ill and having fainting spells, dark, mysterious guests lurking on the doorstep, fanciful and frightening insects, and desolate, barren wastelands.
Ranging from eccentric, bleak and disturbing to downright silly and surreal, I find something new each time I open the books. 
I was delighted to learn that there is going to be an Edward Gorey documentary released soon, and look so forward to seeing it. Edward Gorey’s mind has been a subject of fascination to me ever since I first read his writing (then in the form of The Gashlycrumb Tinies, a grisly alphabet rhyme of children done in by various horrifying methods. “A is for Amy who fell down the stairs; B is for Basil assaulted by bears” and the like…with accompanying illustration) and this film looks so thoroughly done, and like such a project of love that i’m sure it will satisfy.
In the meantime, check out this fantastic Flickr set of photos of Edward Gorey’s home.
A few of my favourites below:
Edward Gorey's car. One of his anagram pen names, Ogdred Weary, is where the vanity plate comes from.
Edward Gorey died in 2000. I’m disappointed I won’t ever have lunch with him.
Clearly he had a thing for magnets - a man after my own heart.
He used his kitchen counters properly
And lastly, a neat AbeBooks tie-in…among the (stacks and stacks and STACKS) of books found in Gorey’s home:
Some of Gorey's books
…a copy of Do-It-Yourself Coffins, one of dozens of strange and wonderful titles featured in the AbeBooks Weird Book Room.
And an interview with Edward Gorey in which he talks about ‘Suture’ - one of the weirdest films I’ve ever seen.
