Literary Pilgrimages
I am not often moved to visit the site of a book, but some years ago, after reading Michael Malone's hilarious and sweet Handling Sin, and in New Orleans with two friends who had also loved the book, the first thing we wanted--no, not beignets at Café du Monde, nor the streetcar named Desire, nor Anne Rice's house--was to go to Jackson Square, where the novel ends. We laughed and sighed with satisfaction as we looked around, talking about the book again.
Before going to Malta, a friend and I both read The Religion by Tim Willocks, his epic novel of the Siege of Malta in 1565. So vivid, so precise is his imagery that we knew exactly where the events took place, and walked around Valletta almost hearing the story. After the trip, I read The Information Officer by Mark Mills, a thriller set in Malta during World War II, and the descriptions were spot on, enhanced by my visit, and so evocative that I wanted to return, with 1940s eyes this time.
A month ago, still on an islands kick, we went to Jersey and Guernsey, and realized that we were only a ferry ride away from Saint-Malo, the setting for possibly the best book of the year, All the Light We Cannot See. What luck! Almost as if we had planned it (we are never that organized). Arriving after dark, we had to walk from the dock to the walled town; once there, we immediately got lost in the winding, narrow streets. It was a perfect immersion into the magic of the book and the town. The next morning, walking the ramparts in the heavy wind, with ocean waves crashing, we were pretty darned happy. (And beautiful Guernsey--I must reread The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society.) --Marilyn Dahl, editor, Shelf Awareness for Readers



