NARRATIVE OF A. GORDON PYM
KING PEST.
INTRODUCTORY NOTE
UPON
my return to the United States a few months ago, after the
extraordinary series of adventure in the South Seas and elsewhere, of
which an account is given in the following pages, accident threw me
into the society of several gentlemen in Richmond, Va., who felt deep
interest in all matters relating to the regions I had visited, and
who were constantly urging it upon me, as a duty, to give my
narrative to the public. I had several reasons, however, for
declining to do so, some of which were of a nature altogether
private, and concern no person but myself; others not so much so. One
consideration which deterred me was that, having kept no journal
during a greater portion of the time in which I was absent, I feared
I should not be able to write, from mere memory, a statement so
minute and connected as to have the
appearance of that
truth it would really possess, barring only the natural and
unavoidable exaggeration to which all of us are prone when detailing
events which have had powerful influence in exciting the imaginative
faculties. Another reason was, that the incidents to be narrated were
of a nature so positively marvellous that, unsupported as my
assertions must necessarily be (except by the evidence of a single
individual, and he a half-breed Indian), I could only hope for belief
among my family, and those of my friends who have had reason, through
life, to put faith in my veracity-the probability being that the
public at large would regard what I should put forth as merely an
impudent and ingenious fiction. A distrust in my own abilities as a
writer was, nevertheless, one of the principal causes which prevented
me from complying with the suggestions of my advisers.Among
those gentlemen in Virginia who expressed the greatest interest in my
statement, more particularly in regard to that portion of it which
related to the Antarctic Ocean, was Mr. Poe, lately editor of the
"Southern Literary Messenger," a monthly magazine,
published by Mr. Thomas W. White, in the city of Richmond. He
strongly advised me, among others, to prepare at once a full account
of what I had seen and undergone, and trust to the shrewdness and
common-sense of the public-insisting, with great plausibility, that
however roughly, as regards mere authorship, my book should be got
up, its very uncouthness, if there were any, would give it all the
better chance of being received as truth.Notwithstanding
this representation, I did not make up my mind to do as he suggested.
He afterward proposed (finding that I would not stir in the matter)
that I should allow him to draw up, in his own words, a narrative of
the earlier portion of my adventures, from facts afforded by myself,
publishing it in the "Southern Messenger"
under the garb of fiction.
To this, perceiving no objection, I consented, stipulating only that
my real name should be retained. Two numbers of the pretended fiction
appeared, consequently, in the "Messenger" for January and
February (1837), and, in order that it might certainly be regarded as
fiction, the name of Mr. Poe was affixed to the articles in the table
of contents of the magazine.The
manner in which this ruse was received has induced me at length to
undertake a regular compilation and publication of the adventures in
question; for I found that, in spite of the air of fable which had
been so ingeniously thrown around that portion of my statement which
appeared in the "Messenger" (without altering or distorting
a single fact), the public were still not at all disposed to receive
it as fable, and several letters were sent to Mr. P.'s address,
distinctly expressing a conviction to the contrary. I thence
concluded that the facts of my narrative would prove of such a nature
as to carry with them sufficient evidence of their own authenticity,
and that I had consequently little to fear on the score of popular
incredulity.