Zoe ,'Bushwhacked'
There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."
Because, probably, I can be a total girl, I would love to visit Bronte country. I think the atmosphere of the moors as much as that weird, tight-knit little family, informed a lot of their writing.
I would also love to see Orchard House (is that it?), Louisa May Alcott's childhood home.
I've been to the Whitehorse Tavern, though. And had a drink for Dylan Thomas.
Oh, I can't believe I forgot this one--when DH and I were living in England and dating, we had a pint at the Eagle & Child in Oxford (Inklings' favorite pub).
I've been to the Whitehorse Tavern, though. And had a drink for Dylan Thomas.
I've been there too. And had my friend read my tarot cards there.
was she right?
was she right?
It was a good reading. She's a neurologist - very precise.
Has anybody here made a literary pilgrimage? I don't know that I have really.
Hell, I lived within walking distance of the Blue Moon [link] after I turned 21, and STILL failed to do so. Which is really as much of a literary pilgrimage as one can do in Seattle.
Let me suggest if you get to a strange city, and you're by yourself, and you think "It would be neat to read a novel set in this city while I'm here!", do NOT pick up a serial killer book set in the city you're in.
Scared the crap out of myself in Montreal that way...
When my grandparents still lived in Boston we would always drive past the salt and pepper bridge to see Mr and Mrs Mallard. I love that book.
The first time I was in Boston, the friend I was traveling with and I happened upon the swan boats, and I started babbling about The Trumpet of the Swan and how much I'd ADORED that book as a child. Val had never read it and looked at me like I was mildly crazy.
Reading as much historical fiction as I do, I have to confess that the line between historical and literary pilgrimage gets a bit blurred. E.g. at Culloden I was thinking of Jamie Fraser and not just the real-life tragedy of the place.
See, in Bath I was totally not thinking of Bronte -- I was thinking of the Wife of Bath!
Strangely enough for an English teacher, I didn't really get hung up on literary things when I was in London. I was all about the passage of history.
I remember touching a Roman wall at the Museum of London, and about having a historical orgasm just thinking about all the people who have touched it through the years, who they were, when they were, their hopes and dreams and fears -- their essential humanity.