Aside from the generally humorous tone, I'm finding more in common between Irving and Lovecraft than I'd originally suspected. Irving's tale of William Roscoe, an English writer forced to sell his vast library due to financial difficulties couldn't fail to remind me of Lovecraft's real life descent from a comfortable living situation in his youth to poverty, prompting a nostalgia for youth so often romanticised in his books in loving descriptions of libraries and individuals attempting to reclaim their childhood.
And, of course, both authors are raging anglophiles, which I feel somehow is appropriate for two authors used to write a paper on the nature of American literature. I wish I could take my time with The Sketch Book, it has such a relaxing charm, but considering the other materials I want to read for this paper, I'll probably want to finish the book this weekend. I really am putting way too much work into something only my American Lit teacher's going to see. I guess I'll probably post it here, too.