Literary Locations -- Sarah Nicholson
Last month I wrote about my impending trip to the United States for my nephew’s wedding and I am happy to report it all went ahead and a magical time was had by all.
After writing my last blog I had high hopes
that my travels would greatly enhance my creativity.
must confess, at the outset so much was exactly as I expected. Was this
because I’ve been to the States before, watched copious amounts of US TV dramas
that little surprised me or that an already highly worked imagination had
already conjured up these locations while reading?
we visited reminded me of novels I’ve read in the past few years.
surely can paint a thousand words and it is no surprise many authors have taken
inspiration from other art to look beyond what’s left behind on the canvas.
We left the
city for the mountains. I have to say driving along and stopping at so many
viewpoints along the way got a bit monotonous, maybe I was still too jetlagged to appreciate it, but the
vista continued for miles and miles and miles with no end in sight – everything
really is BIGGER in America.
It was much better exploring a tiny area on foot the following day. But instead of hiking I imagined what it might be like to take this trail on horseback, twisting round, climbing higher. Negotiating hazardous tree roots underfoot and overhanging branches at eye level. I read Jojo Moyes The Giver of Stars a few months back, and was then fortunate to hear her speak about it at a literary festival.
story of the librarians on horseback had got under my skin, perhaps because my
degree is in library studies. Now here I was, albeit in a different state,
walking a similar path to the ones they had travelled, The peace, quiet and
stunning scenery was overwhelming, I was once more in awe of how pioneering these women were, at
the mercy of wild animals, were the bears nearby? What if you slipped or
tripped, who would rescue you?
Thank goodness this was a tourist trail, not many people around at this time of year but there was one gentleman who stopped to chat.
While we never visited anywhere quite as remote as Kya’s cottage, perhaps it is so much a secret place it’s best not to disturb, but sunsets over water evoke a magic that she would very much be familiar with.
Lastly on my
literary locations tour something much more prosaic and I have no photo to share. We drove past a funeral
home which made me inwardly chuckle as I could imagine Grandma Mazur spending
her evenings here at a viewing – open casket preferably. Stephanie Plum would
not be far away; didn’t we pass a fast-food place at the last junction?
I treated myself
to a Janet Evanovich book from a Barnes and Noble store. It seemed the right thing to do.
“She was in
here a few weeks ago signing her books.” The lady at the checkout told me, as she
rang up my purchases.
Such a shame we never got to meet, perhaps meeting a prolific author would have fired up me up to write more. For now I'll satisfy myself that I’d visited places on my trip that matched up to my imagination and made my trip uniquely memorable. At least as a reader I have been inspired.