"Literature is a luxury; fiction is a necessity."
~ G.K. Chesterton
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
William Faulkner's Rowan Oak
In Oxford, MS, at the end of a lane shadowed with trees that seem as old as the land itself, there is a house with white columns, the holy site for many literary pilgrims. It is Rowan Oak, the house where Nobel laureate William Faulkner lived and created his masterpieces in sweltering Mississippi heat without the benefit of air conditioning. The walls of his office still bear his outline for A Fable and his typewriter still sits on his writing table. There is air conditioning now though, so don't be afraid to visit in the middle of a particularly stifling in its humidity summer. Come, look out at the view the brilliant author saw, absorb the atmosphere of his work space, pretend you're closer to him somehow, as countless others have done before you. And if not, just read this article, it just might awaken your literary wanderlust.