![]() ![]() ![]() He paid some men to carry the squid to his tub-“Nothing says domestication like a giant squid strung over a clawfoot bathtub”-before he said farewell and shipped it off to Yale for safekeeping. It was washed ashore, dead, but damn if he wasn’t going to commune with the creature up close and personal. Harvey had heard stories of the beast-a kraken, a devil-fish that lived up to its name-and one morning in 1874, he was able to lay eyes on one. Poet and creative writing teacher Frank ( The Morrow Plants: Poems, 2013, etc.) moves like a wraith around the myth, superstition and spirit of the giant squid-and not as a single-subject exploration but through the conjured memory of Moses Harvey, a preacher in Newfoundland during the mid-1800s. An investigation of our first encounters with the giant squid, a creature “more bizarre than anything appearing in Star Wars.” ![]()
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