On November 18th of alternate years Mr Earbrass begins writing 'his new
novel.' Weeks ago he chose its title at random from a list of them he
keeps in a little green note-book. It being tea-time of the 17th, he is
alarmed not to have thought of a plot to which The Unstrung Harp might
apply, but his mind will keep reverting to the last biscuit on the
plate." So begins what the Times Literary Supplement called "a small
masterpiece." TUH is a look at the literary life and its "attendant
woes: isolation, writer's block, professional jealousy, and plain
boredom." But, as with all of Edward Gorey's books, TUH is also about
life in general, with its anguish, turnips, conjunctions, illness,
defeat, string, parties, no parties, urns, desuetude, disaffection,
claws, loss, trebizond, napkins, shame, stones, distance, fever,
antipodes, mush, glaciers, incoherence, labels, miasma, amputation,
tides, deceit, mourning, elsewards. You get the point. Finally, TUH is
about Edward Gorey the writer, about Edward Gorey writing The Unstrung
Harp. It's a cracked mirror of a book, and it's dedicated to RDP or Real
Dear Person.