Lara Feigel

Where would any writer be without a room of their own?

But some authors examined in Lives of Houses were not so lucky, including the poet Ivor Gurney, constantly moved from one asylum to the next

Tennyson sets out for a walk from Farringford, his house on the Isle of Wight

If you seek out the home of an admired writer, you might find, as with Ernest Hemingway’s house in Havana, that there’s a pen on the desk, mid-novel, and it feels as though he’s about to return from a day’s fishing. You might encounter, as Hermione Lee did visiting the novelist Elizabeth Bowen’s beloved ancestral home in Ireland, only a pile of grass and stones, because the building has been razed to the ground.

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