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Considering that literature and travel are two of my favorite things in all the world, it might come as no surprise that I love visiting places or witnessing sights mentioned in novels. For instance, every time I spy a Lucky Dog vendor in the French Quarter, I can’t help but think fondly of John Kennedy Toole’s A Confederacy of Dunces (1980), a posthumously published Pulitzer-prize winner (say that five times fast!) that features the inimitable Ignatius J. Reilly, who, during the course of the novel, briefly sells these ubiquitous hot dogs in downtown New Orleans.
Of course, the Big Easy and its environs frequently appear in popular literature, from classic plays like Tennessee Williams’ A Streetcar Named Desire (1947) to horror novels like Anne Rice’s Interview with the Vampire (1976). More than an atmospheric backdrop, New Orleans and the rest of southern Louisiana often become characters of sorts. How could they not – with such rich scenery, history, and personality? And I must admit that I do adore spying some of my favorite haunts within the pages of my favorite books. Cafe Du Monde, for instance – which I mentioned last Monday – shows up in many a James Lee Burke novel, from Burning Angel (1995) to The Tin Roof Blowdown (2007).
Now don’t get me wrong – New Orleans isn’t the only literary locale that gives me a teeny thrill when I spot it in a novel. I remember feeling pretty tickled by the appearance of Chicago’s Field Museum – one of my all-time favorite museums – in Audrey Niffenegger’s debut The Time Traveler’s Wife (2003). And the same thing happened every time I encountered a familiar Roman sight in Dan Brown’s Angels & Demons (2000).
So, when one of my colleagues at Avalon Travel asked me to feature a Washington, D.C., itinerary based on Brown’s latest thriller, The Lost Symbol, on my American Nomad blog, I was more than willing. Admittedly, she made the suggestion over a month ago, when the novel was first released. But, since I don’t feel comfortable featuring books, movies, restaurants, and so forth that I’ve never experienced myself, I naturally had to read the book first. Well, I finally finished it yesterday – which means I was finally able to post a Langdon-tailored D.C. itinerary. Check it out if you have a chance!
In the meantime, I’m eager to know if you’ve ever felt a little thrill upon recognizing a locale in a novel. Or, better yet, have you ever planned a whole trip around your favorite book or series – as some die-hard Harry Potter fans have done in merry ol’ England?
Normally, for “Tuesday Travels,” I would wax poetic about some aspect of traveling, share a few memories of past misadventures, or, in the case of last week, contradict a curmudgeon’s perspective of a place I love. But, alas, I must interrupt today’s regularly scheduled programming for a shameless plug.
For the past week, I’ve featured the glorious city of Chicago in a six-part series on my American Nomad travel blog, and if you have absolutely nothing better to do today – and have never been to the Windy City before – I encourage you to check it out. I fell in love with Chicago in the summer of 1993, when I went for a five-week Radio/TV/Film course on the campus of Northwestern University – and I’ve been in love ever since. Although I moved from Chicago in the fall of 2000 to kick-start this nomadic existence that my husband and I currently embrace, I have never forgotten the wonder of living in the Windy City – and Dan and I have returned whenever we can.
In the first post – “A Windy City Weekend: Getting Started” – I offer a few basic tips for traversing the vast tapestry of neighborhoods and suburbs known as Chicagoland.
In the second post – “A Windy City Weekend: Strolling Amid Masters” – I explore the eclectic art scene, from the masterful paintings at The Art Institute of Chicago to the contemporary sculpture of Millennium Park.
In the third post – “A Windy City Weekend: Stepping Back in Time” – I venture inside the tremendous Field Museum, one of my favorite natural history museums in the whole wide world.
In the fourth post – “A Windy City Weekend: Stuffing Face Chicago-style” – I describe my favorite Chicago treat: a stuffed spinach pizza from Giordano’s.
In the fifth post – “A Windy City Weekend: Catching a Ballgame” – I share my fond memories of watching Cubs baseball games at legendary Wrigley Field.
In the sixth post – “A Windy City Weekend: Exploring the Nightlife” – I encourage folks to experience the theater scene, listen to live music, and visit one of my favorite haunts, the romantic restaurant where Dan gave me a plush Eeyore on my twenty-third birthday and asked me to be his bride.
Well, I hope you haven’t minded this shameless plug. I promise to return next week with more poetic, revealing, or embarrassing notions about my myriad travels. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this comprehensive tour through Chicago, which is second only to New Orleans as my favorite city in America.