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Our Grave Concern for Count Eric Stenbock
He was born in 1860 into a landed aristocratic Estonian family. A peculiar child, he lived his life 'in a bizarre, fantastic, feverish, eccentric, extravagant, morbid and perverse fashion.' As an undergraduate at Oxford University he caught a very bad case of zeitgeist and began writing morbid poetry and stories about vampires and werewolves. He published three volumes of verse and a collection of romantic tales entitled 'Studies of Death'. Stenbock had a glittering London career as a man about town and met the love of his life, the composer Norman O'Neill, on the top of an omnibus. By 1895, however, he was heavily addicted to opium and alcohol and moved back to Brighton to convalesce at his mother's house, Withdeane Hall, on the London Road, where he seems to have spent a lot of time in his room with the curtains drawn, burning candles in front of images of Buddha and the poet Shelley. He died during a drunken argument with his stepfather - waving a poker he toppled over and killed himself on the fireplace. Buried by his family in Brighton, the count's grave is now in very bad condition. A rampant growth of ivy has toppled a crucifix and the whole grave is in danger of sliding down the hill. Members of Brighton Ourstory are campaigning with The Lost Club (a society devoted to reclaiming the reputations of unjustly forgotten writers http://freepages.pavilion.net/users/tartarus/lost.html ) to have the grave restored. Eric Stenbock, a charming man in many ways, has been described as 'the first Goth' and 'the Quentin Crisp of the 1890s'. We want justice for his bones. How
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