15 Writers’ Houses in 15 Days – an illustrated literary pilgrimage based on the wonderful Writers’ Houses project.
Source unknown. Mondrian Cake!
Humble Apologies
Dear Followers,
We’ve had some confusion at WH Headquarters and, after some jostling, think we have figured it out. Writers Houses wasn’t the primary account and it needed to be, since otherwise we wouldn’t be able to follow anyone. We fixed this, but unfortunately that means we’ve moved accounts. If you don’t mind taking a few moments to unfollow this one and refollow our new primary account, HERE, we appreciate it!
It’s the same, just a different account, one we can use to return follow and reblog to our heart’s content. Goodness if sometimes technology doesn’t bewilder us. Apologies for the confusion.
All love.
Writers’ Houses.
A Shed of One's Own
A post about Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own, and the space Woolf carved out for herself at Monks House, her home in the village of Rodmell.
Of particular pride to Virginia was the writing lodge in the garden “with large windows and a view of the downs,” as she noted in a letter to Vanessa Bell. She began to plan for the room in March 1929. On the 28th of that month, Virginia wrote in her diary that she meant to hire a local builder to help with a planned extension to Monks House. The extension would allow for a study, looking out on the garden, and a bedroom above.
Inside the homes of famous writers. Photo of Truman Capote via Slim Aarons.
Enter at Your Own Risk: Millay's Inner Sanctum
How did Millay get work done? She banned people from her library.
Tweeting Twain Quotes That Never Were, regarding the recently popular pseudo-Twain quote “I’ve never wished a man dead, but I have read some obituaries with great pleasure.” (via nickdouglas)
I know it sounds crazy to try and fight the internet, but with Twitter, it actually sort of works. If the correction goes as viral as the original quote, our work has been done.
From the Dead by Julia Pistell
Julia Pistell, Communications Associate for the Mark Twain House and Museum, writes a behind-the-scenes look at a seance on the 100th anniversary of Twain’s death.
The protean Mailer died in 2007 at age 84; Norris Church, his wife of 27 years, died last November at 61. His son Michael, one of nine children Mailer had or adopted with the six women he married, took over the apartment, a quirky cross between a Victorian parlor and the cabin of a sailing yacht.
Now Michael and his eight siblings have put the apartment, a fourth-floor co-op overlooking the Promenade, the Statue of Liberty and the harbor framing the skyline of Lower Manhattan, on the market for $2.5 million and hope to share the proceeds.
(via Norman Mailer’s Last Home Still Reflects His Life - NYTimes.com)
When I was a teenager, I babysat for his downstairs neighbors. The views were incredible. I liked to look at his junk mail on the table in the hallway. One of his sons was mean to me. I’ve never been inside his actual apartment. Brushes with fame, y’all.
Love most everything about this.
