First Detective Series by Poe

Hoboken is known for many things and there are approximately 100 firsts that can be credited to Hoboken.  Some are engineering feats, others are sports feats.  First baseball game was played Hoboken.  However did you know that in the literary world, the first Dectective Series in the US came out of Hoboken and was written by Edgar Allen Poe?

It seems that in the 8140s Poe wrote 3 murder and mayhew short stories using the dectective C August Dupin.  One story, the Mystery of Marie Roget was actually a murder that took place in Hoboken.

Working in John Anderson’s Tabacco Shop  the beautiful victim, a 21 year-old cigar girl, was known for her beauty.  She went missing on July 25th 1841.  Her dead body was found a few days later.

Poe was so intrigued by the news account he wrote the Mystery of Marie Roget.  He changed the setting to Paris, changed the victim’s name, had her body found in the Seine and used the detective Dupin to solve the mystery.  Who would have thunk it?

Hoboken – it’s more than the gentrified town across the Hudson from Manhattan

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Friends and Neighbors-A Treasure Trove of Possibilities.

Do you know your friends and neighbors back story?  What you see may hide stories so fascinating they can keep you writing for a long, long time.

Take my neighbors from Thailand. Kitty and her husband are both doctors.  They are affluent, live in an upper class neighborhood, have three children who are all physicians and six grandchildren.

Sounds boring but if one scratches the surface, one would find out that Kitty is not her real name.  Her name is her native language means “Snow White.”  According to her mother, she was such an ugly baby, that they had to give her a name that would bring her luck.   Her mother abandoned her in a orphanage run by French nuns.  She was educated and sent to France to college because of her high intelligence.

Her husband’s father was a heroine addict and had abandoned the family. Kitty and her husband met in Paris, came to the US and lived in a roach and mouse infested apartment until they graduated medical school and were able to get housing provided to the residents.

Another person let slip that she grew up in Manhattan. Sounds wonderful, doesn’t it? Later I learned that her  parents’ enormous apartment was a cocaine processing plant. They sold cocaine until the police found out and raided the place.

The accountant down the street was from Jamaica and  a partner in a New York firm. He was born in Uganda originally. His parents were killed by Edi Amin. The first four years of his life he foraged in the local dumps to survive. A Catholic priest found him and brought him to his orphanage. There he was educated and shipped to Jamaica for college and later to NYC for an advance degree.

I know you can’t pry, but your neighbor may be a phenomenal source of ideas for stories.