I am, even as I write, at the British Library, where I took in the exhibit: Writing Britain – Wastelands to Wonderlands. Some clever boots did the title to reflect the lament of many of the loss of more pristine land and times in under industrialization and urbanization. The are also exhibit of TS Eliot and Lewis Carroll. I’ll spare a lengthy review, but rather give you some highlights of items I saw.
Original manuscripts of
some fine old stuff and beautiful editions
On a day when I explored a facet of my own writing projects and processes, thus was timely and instructive, it is fascinating to see how authors work.
There were letters of authors in the exhibit as well, to underscore the circumstances of life. I have often thought about trying to establish some old fashioned correspondence with a few people specifically for the sake of publication some years in the future, with that understood up front.
Do I have the will to do it?
Letters are dying.
In any event, I am enjoying a scone and jam and cream and tea.
Because one of the pieces in the exhibit was the MSS of the scene in the first Harry Potter book when they push their carts through to track 9 3/4 I will walk next door to see the newly refurbished Kings Cross Station.
Then I will look for a pint.
Perhaps the Portrait Gallery later, or the Turner exhibit for they are open late this evening.
Any one in London fancy a pint and a walk or exhibit?