... of haunting climax. Some of his tales cling in one's soul like a memory of the morgue. His failure was his artificiality and his lack of sincerity and of truth to the facts of human life. Like Poe , he was a man of the intellect only, a craftsman of exquisite subtlety, an artist merely for the sake of his art. With the eighties the short story came in America fully to its own. Up to 1884 it...