I think of Virginia Woolf’s essay and cabin, Vita Sackville-West’s tower, and Carlyle’s study, their necessary, self-imposed isolation, and wonder how Jane Austen managed to produce six scintillating novels, at least two of which are masterpieces, in the midst of the busy domesticity of a small house where servants and family bumped against each other crossing a threshold.
What's wrong with this collection of photographs?
In its ongoing interest in everything that books are about, or, to put it differently, on the literary as it intersects with just about everything, Salon .ll. rescues a remarkable set of photographs of Canadian Pacific executives from obscurity and asks its loyal readers: Can these photos help illuminate our literary discussions?
Patience may be needed, for these photos may take a few seconds to come into focus.