Some things that have been making me happy.

A few things I've been enjoying...books, a new mug and the liquid in it.

Wislawa Szymborska’s book View from a Grain of Sand.

Talking to a customer about Jane Bowles.

A delicious raspberry croissant last week at The Biscuit.

The new Elaine Scarry book, Thinking in an Emergency.

Signing up for the MS walk.

T. S. Eliot’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.”

Walking outside without a hat or gloves.

March Madness, even if I’m only peripherally aware it’s happening.

Spotting someone reading Evelyn Fox Keller on the T.

Presents. I’m a sucker for presents (for instance, the mug in the photo, and what’s in it…).

The streets of Cambridge at 5:30 in the morning.

Thinking about going to see the new Jane Eyre film. Yes, I like watching movies of books.

Margaret, the Traveling Reader, Part Four: A Compendium of Sorts.

Well, I can no longer use travel as an excuse for tardiness because I’ve been home for two weeks now, and this is the first post I’ve managed to finish. It’s strange to be home, and especially strange to be surrounded by (American) English every where I go. I think I learned a lot on my trip: a lot about traveling, about myself, about the world. But a lot of the information I acquired was terribly specific—train schedules, the how-to-s  of foreign produce sections, the words for “sorry” or “excuse me” in nearly every western European or Scandinavian language, jaywalking laws in different European capitals, how to climb into and make the top bunk of a three-tier bed in total darkness—and hardly of any use at all in the States. But while abroad I also learned a great deal about searching out English language books and bookstores in countries where English is (usually) not the first language, and how to do so as inexpensively as possible, and I wanted.

So, while most of my acquired information is relatively unhelpful now—the train schedules, whether to wait for the walk signal in Munich (Yes! Wait!), and how to know you’re buying milk, not strange, milky yogurt etc.—but I like to think some of it could be useful, and so I’m offering here a haphazard compendium of some the best bookstores and literary places I visited on my trip, alongside a few tips for any travelers interested in reading while they journey, or interested in knowing a bit about the literary history of the places they visit—who wrote there, what they wrote, what charming little two room museum has been erected on a street “not far” from where said author actually lived etc.

First things first, before even boarding your transoceanic flight or your Greyhound to the border or what have you, it’s a great idea to read about the places  you’re going before you go. Read about a history of the country, even if its just the history of a momentous week or decade, peruse a biography of its most famous resident, or pick up a translation of some of its classic or contemporary fiction or poetry. Whatever floats your boat. Try Turkey’s Orhan Pamuk, or 2009 Nobel Prize for Literature winner, German writer Herta Müller , or (another Nobel prize winner) Polish poet Wisława Szymborska, or any of the scores of other fantastic writers from around the world.

When I happened upon one of my college professors in London, we went to Waterstone’s (sort of a British Barnes & Nobles) so she could search for a particular book written about the Greek Isles, her next destination, and to be truthful, she put me to shame, because I’ve always struggled with the pre-travel research reading. Four years or so ago I struggled through Robert Fisk’s Pity the Nation before a trip to Lebanon (it was worth it), and on this trip I’m afraid most of my prior-to-departure reading consisted of the history and culture blurbs in travel guides.

I’m much better at the post-departure reading, and so I less hypocritically recommend that, once you’ve begun your travels, go out of your way to read books that are particularly evocative of a certain city, country or place while you’re there. I read Woolf’s Orlando in London, James Baldwin’s Giovanni’s Room while in Paris, and Christopher Isherwood’s Berlin Stories while, obviously, in Berlin, and I found the books enriched by the cities and the cities by the books. Away from cities, for landscape and atmosphere you could try Frankenstein while traveling by train through Switzerland, or Dracula in Romania…the possibilities are almost endless and I’m sure that if you look hard enough, there’s a book worth reading from any and every place you’re headed.

Now to hurry myself along a bit, I’m going to offer three, specific points of advice:

First, on trading books with other travelers: this can be a great way to both meet people and to get something new to read. However, just be aware that your fellow travelers may be just as disappointed to receive your George Eliot as you are to trade it for their Stephanie Meyer, or vice versa. Not all matches are made in heaven, nor all readers created identical.

Second (and, as you’ll see, also fourth), on reading cheaply when you’re traveling with a low budget and want to sleep and eat as well as read: Most hostels (and some coffee shops) will have a take-one, leave-one book exchange. If you don’t spot one in one of the common areas of your hostel, ask. It might be hidden, or empty or it might not exist, and if the latter is the case, and you have a book to leave, see if you can start one. A future reading traveler will appreciate it! For instance, I found a lone copy of “The Six Wives of Henry VIII” on an unmarked shelf in Berlin, with a post-it reading “Take one, leave one” on the cover. (Turns out Henry’s wives lived long enough to last me through a fever-ridden weekend in Munich, so my thanks to whoever left it!)

Third, visit libraries! They’re a good way to keep up with local, home, and world news without having to pay exorbitant amounts for foreign newspapers or magazines. Also, libraries often have free wi-fi or internet and bulletin boards with flyers for cool local events of both literary and non-literary varities. Also, on a not so related note, if you’re in a big city, it probably has a university, the university probably has bookstores, and at least one of those bookstores probably has books in English (and maybe a quirkly little musuem dedicated to its most famous graduates–go visit philosopher Jeremy Benthem in his auto-icon at University College London).

And fourthly, you’ll notice in my “compendium” below that I haven’t listed any specific bookstores in England or in Germany, not for lack of good candidates but because I bought all of my books in both those countries from charity shops (e.g. Oxfam or Red Cross Association). Surprisingly (to me), most German Oxfams have a good, if eclectic selection of English books (I spotted John Steinbeck’s Cannery Row in four Oxfams in four different German cities) and English charity shops often have stellar and quite extensive book selections as well. Books are usually really inexpensively priced (a euro–or a pound—or two as opposed to 12 to 20 euros in a bookshop) and, as a bonus, the money you spend goes to a good cause. Also, if you end your trip in possession of a bunch of books you don’t want to bring home, try to drop them off at one of these shops before you leave (or, if that’s inconvenient or just not your game,  leave them on a shelf in your final hostel).

Okay, enough advice. Here’s a list of addresses (and email addresses, where available) of a few of the best bookstores I came across while traveling , and a list of some of the best literary “places” I visited. Bookstores are listed, in no particular order, by city, and experiences are in a snazzy, if slightly overcrowded, Top Five.

Best Bookstores:

Istanbul, TurkeyRobinson Crusoe 389, Istiklal Caddesi 389, Beyoglu, 34433 Istanbul.

Brussels, BelgiumSterling Books, Wolvengracht 38, 1000 Brussels, Belgium. They call themselves the “English Language Bookstore in the Heart of Brussels,” and true to the name the store is only a few minutes walk from the Grand Place.

Wall of Brilliance at Librería Mujeres.

Two stories worth of English language books, with good travel and language sections and the inevitable “Penguin Classic” souvenirs (the tea towels, posters, coasters, etc. that you’ll find in nearly every English language bookstore in the UK or on the continent).

Madrid, Spain: Libreria Mujeres, Calle de San Cristóbal 17 28012 Madrid. I can’t manage anything more than the most rudimentary Spanish, but I still loved this bookstore. A few steps from Plaza Mayor, this all-Spanish shop has translations of every great woman writer and feminist you can think of, as well as books by more than a few authors I’d never heard of before.

Paris, FranceShakespeare and Company Bookstore, 37 Rue de la Bûcherie 75005 Paris, France. This bookstore is legendary, located la rive gauche not far from Notre Dame, and well worth a visit. The top floor is full of books that aren’t for sale but that are meant to be read in house, so go cozy up with a biography of George Sand or old copy of the Paris Review, or if you’re in Paris for a while and feeling ambitious, I spotted a copy of Ulysses (first published by

Anika, Me and My "Good Reader" Halo at Shakespeare and Company.

the store’s original proprietor, Sylvia Beach) just waiting to be read. Also, during the week, the store buys used books in English, so if you’re carrying a few too many volumes, trade them for a couple euros or store credit.

Stockholm, SwedenThe English Bookshop, Lilla Nygatan 11 111 28 Stockholm, Sweden. Located in Gamla Stan, the tiny island whose winding, beautiful streets make up Stockholm’s Old Town (the English translation of Gamla Stan) this small all-English bookstore has an eclectic and well-chosen (special exhibitions on the Beats and Canadian author Lucy Maud Montgomery while I was there) if somewhat limited selection of titles  and a friendly, book-savvy staff.

Hedengrens Bokhandel, Stureplan 4, 11485 Stockholm, Sweden. Part of Östermalm’s swanky Sturegallerian shopping district, this bookstore has a huge selection of English books on a variety of subjects and from a variety of scholarly disciplines. The top floor houses entirely Swedish texts, but head down to the basement level for what is, essentially, a big English-language bookshop that’s also home to many books in Italian, French, German, Spanish, Portuguese, Danish and Norwegian.

The Science Fiction Bookstore, Västerlånggatan 48, Gamla Stan, Stockholm. If you’re a sci-fi nut or just a casual fan, definitely stop by this store, not far from The English Bookshop in Gamla Stan.

Top Five Literary Places and Experiences:
1. Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre, 21 New Globe Walk, Bankside, London, England. Not that there’s any chance this is still a secret, but it will be hard to hide the fact that I’m a complete literary nerd after I admit that far and away the most fun I had on my trip was going to see Shakespeare’s plays performed at the Globe Theatre in London. Only 5 quid for standing room (the best “seats” in the house), it’s probably the cheapest ticket in the city. I saw four shows there in a week and was giddy with happiness before, during and after every one. Reserve tickets ahead of time online, or stop by the box office and try your chances on the day of the show (usually works as long as it isn’t a weekend or the show you’re seeing is in the middle of its run).

My groundling's view of Shakespeare's Globe's stage for a production of "Love's Labour's Lost." The stage was shaped like a X, and I got to stand in the middle of it.

If you’re going to stand, get there early–as much as an hour and a half before show time–to queue (you are in England, after all!) for first entrance into the theatre so you can get a spot right at the front of the stage. And if showers are in the forecast, bring a poncho (no umbrellas!) and maybe indulge in some liquid warmth to counter the cold of the rain.

2. Haunting Cafés and Coffeehouses in Paris and Vienna: Viennese Kaffeehäuser and Parisian Cafés are rich with literary history. In Vienna, try Café Central, whose regulars have included Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Sigmund Freud, and Leo Trotsky, or Les Deux Magots, in Paris’s Saint-Germain-des-Prés, which was frequented by Jean-Paul Sartre, Simone de Beauvoir and Ernest Hemingway (if you hock a dozen paperback novels at Shakespeare and Company, nearby on la rive gauche, you might be able to afford a glass of wine). Or, on a rainy day, settle into any of the lesser-known but completely lovely cafés or coffeehouses that strike your fancy and enjoy an afternoon of reading and caffeine.

Vending Machine Full of Books in Lisbon, Portgual.

3. Lisbon Poets Hostel, Lisbon, Portugal. Hammocks, bean bags, a suitcase full of books, and rooms named after poets (I stayed in Whitman), the Lisbon Poets Hostel was definitely the best hostel I stayed in for reading and was probably the nicest hostel I stayed in on my trip. This great hostel for reading is located right by a metro stop in what, surprisingly, turned out to be the best city for reading: Lisbon is packed with bookstores, book stalls, and book vendors (and book-filled vending machines, like this one at the train station). Great city, great place to stay.

4. The Nobel Museum, Stockholm, Sweden. Granted, the Nobel Prize in Literature is only one of the five original Nobel Prizes, and only one of the six prizes awarded today (which includes “The Sveriges Riksbank Prize in Economic Sciences in Memory of Alfred Nobel,” established in 1968), so at this museum, literary greats are far outnumbered by the luminaries of science, medicine, economics, and the winners of the Nobel Peace Prize. But it’s actually wonderful to see the accomplishments of the world’s greatest writers in the broader context of creative thinking across the disciplines. Stick around long enough to watch a few of the short films on individual laureates and on the world’s most creative places (it might give you some new ideas about where to travel next).

5. Touring the Bodleian Library, Duke Humfrey’s Library, and Radcliffe Camera, and other literary spots in Oxford, England. This library, probably most easily recognized by most of the world as the Hogwart’s library (parts of the film were shot in the incredibly atmospheric Duke Humfrey’s Library) is one of the oldest libraries in Europe, dating back (in one form or another) more than four centuries. They’ve got a sweet copyright deal that guarantees them a copy of every book printed in the UK or Ireland; but, like everything (well, most things) in Oxford, their resources are only available to students the university, visiting scholars, and other very important people. Someday! Someday.

Little Will Shakespeares inhabiting the giftshop at the tourist glory that is Shakespeare's birthplace.

5.1…The Freud Museum, Vienna, Austria. The rooms where Freud lived with his family and conducted many of his most famous sessions (anyone read Dora: An Analysis of a Case of Hysteria?) are on a quiet street not too far from the center of Vienna. The couch isn’t here, as it went with Freud to London in 1938 when he fled the rising force of antisemitism in Austria. But even without the most famous Freudian artifact, the museum is definitely worth a visit if you’re interested in the the father of psychoanalysis.

Other places I liked a lot or recommend as worth visiting: Irish Writer’s Museum, Dublin, Ireland; Jane Austen Center, Bath, England; The Anne Frank House, Amsterdam, The Netherlands; Shakespeare’s Birthplace/ Tourist Extravaganza, Stratford-upon-Avon, England; Jungsgarten (dedicated to Astrid Lindgren, author of the Pippi Longstocking series) Stockholm, Sweden; nearly all of London, England; Cimetière du Montparnasse, Paris, France.

Lists completed, I guess my final piece of advice, for both reading and travel, is simply to be open-minded. Books can take you into lands every bit as foreign as those airplanes can, and just as new places can change your life irrevocably, new books can do so as well. So follow your instincts, be both careful and courageous, take chances when they feel right, listen, with dedicated attention, both to those around you and to yourself, travel often, and read a lot.

15 Books

Since I’ve been so bad about posting regularly, I’ve decided that instead of writing a proper new entry, I’d post something short and sweet (or as close to short and sweet as I can manage). A few months ago, a friend of mine (and a fellow English major) named Allison tagged me in her Facebook note, “15 Books,” in which she listed 15 books which always stuck with her, and a little explanation as to why.

The note was of the chain-letter, tag!-you’re-it-now-pass-it-on variety, and the rules, loosely rephrased, are as follows: without taking too much time to think about it, list 15 books you’ve read that you’ll never forget, listing just the first 15 you can recall in no more than 15 minutes. I really enjoyed reading her list, and the lists of some of my friends and professors that I discovered as a result of reading Allison’s. At the time, I didn’t give any thought to creating a list of my own, but after nearly eight weeks of  solo travel, I’ve become even more hopelessly self-involved than I was before, so this exercise in self-reflection and remembrance seemed agreeably narcissistic and far easier than writing another full-length blog entry when I’d rather be out exploring.

Somewhere in the two months since I read Allison’s note, I’d forgotten the words, “books which have stuck with you,” and had substituted for them the phrase, “books which have changed your life,” and so when I first thought about doing this “assignment” for The Art of Reading (what does one do for blog titles? italicize? use quotation marks? hyperlink? nothing at all?) I found the idea rather daunting. Fifteen seemed a challenging number. I would have felt better about list as small as eight or as large (or larger) than 25. It seemed like then the divisions, the inclusions, the exclusions, etc. would have been much clearer and more easily explained. But then luckily tonight I actually checked her note before beginning my list and realized that it does not have to be 15 books that have changed my life, but only 15 books which have stuck with me, and so many books have stuck with me that I was no longer worried about not being able to come up with enough books of sufficient (or sufficiently equivalent) life-changing caliber.

But when I finished my list, easily within 15 minutes, and read it over, I realized that it didn’t make any difference whether it was a list of books which stuck with me, or of books which changed my life. All fifteen of these books have stuck with me, and all of them have changed my life. I guess it makes sense that the books which stay with you do tend to change your life, maybe just as a result of being always there within your mind.

In no particular order, then, and with little to no explanation (ask, if you want to know more), are 15 books which have stayed with me, 15 books which have, somehow or other, changed my life:

Charlotte’s Web, by E.B. White. — The first book I ever bought for myself.

Slaughterhouse-5, by Kurt Vonnegut.

The Collected Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins.  — “dapple-dawn-drawn falcon” and “pitched past pitch of grief,” to cite just two of his phrases that I’ll never forget.

The Forbidden Zone, by Mary Borden. — The book that wrote my thesis.

A Wrinkle in Time, by Madeleine L’Engle.

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, by Tom Stoppard. —  Humor and poignancy, absurdity and affection, such a beautiful, illuminating exploration of the question (one I ask far too often), “Why me?”

Relativity, by Albert Einstein.

The Bible – King James’ and children’s illustrated versions.

War and Peace, by Leo Tolstoy.

Teaching a Stone to Talk: Expeditions and Encounters, by Annie Dillard. — The most recent book I’ve read to make this list, her writing has stuck with me throughout this trip.

The Second Sex, by Simone de Beauvoir.

Ariel, by Sylvia Plath.  —  Something in these poems taught me to breathe more deeply (so deeply that it hurts).

Macbeth, by William Shakespeare.

The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson.  — Dickinson’s poems tie my mind into knots and then release, from within, bindings I didn’t even know were there.

To the Lighthouse, by Virginia Woolf.  — Every time I finish this novel I’m already looking forward to the next time I’ll read it.

So there it is, my 15 books. If you’ve read this, consider yourself tagged. I, for one, would love to know: what’s on your list?