And They Say Literature Doesn’t Matter
Tomorrow, we are driving to the ends of the earth. We’re traveling this path because, before us, Eudora Welty’s characters left New Orleans and drove to the ends of the earth: Venice, Louisiana in “No Place for You, My Love.” Earlier in my life, after I absorbed all books I could read about King Arthur, I tromped through England visiting sites of the legend: Camelot, Tintagel, Glastonbury Tor, the field where Mordred killed Arthur. Someday, I will go to St. Petersburg because of Helen Dunmore’s novel, The Siege. A book about deprivation, starvation, and war so endeared me to St. Petersburg I want to travel halfway around the world to see it for myself.
Maybe I am too easily drawn to mystery. Maybe imagination embeds itself too deeply in my psyche, seeming all too real. I don’t know. But, tomorrow, first thing in the morning, we are driving to the ends of the earth.
here’s to creative synthesis . . .
rdestefanis
Be sure to stop in and visit James Lee Burke.
Ellen Morris Prewitt
Now wouldn’t that be nice!
VaOmi24@aol.com
are you really going to Venice, La? I didn`t read Eudora`s story. Actually I didn`t read too many of them as they were too real people and situations for me. What I had always known. Your imagination has been there from thetime you learned to talk. L. M
Ellen Morris Prewitt
Yes! We’ll be gone for the day. This couple meet at Galatoire’s and drive down to Venice. It’s in the The Bride of the Innisfallen collection. You gave me the paperback for Christmas one year.
Joe Hawes
Venice may not be the end of the earth, but it probably is the end of dry land in the delta. I am so envious; I can hardly wait for what you have to say about it.
Ellen Morris Prewitt
Words, photos, images: all will be collected and brought back.
Marisa
It is my lifelong dream to go on a literary tour of the world. In the end, after I have seen the ends of the earth and put a rock in my pocket from each of the four corners of the universe, I will end my journey at The Eagle and Child pub in Oxford where the Inklings had their meetings and I will settle myself down in a good spot until I turn to stone. That is the PLAN (I am not good at PLANS but I am good at IMAGINING). Enjoy your trip!
Ellen Morris Prewitt
Bit by bit – around the literary world, bit by bit