Long live the mystic loners. Among them, Emily Dickinson and Henry Darger—two death-obsessed American homebodies, reclusive geniuses whose work was discovered posthumously. One wrote a "letter to the world"—1775 poems—from her bedroom in Amherst, Massachusetts. The other summoned a universe from his room in Chicago. Both were conjurers. The former of an inexhaustibly complex world of inner emotions. The latter of a visionary realm torn apart by... More >>>