'You've Read the Book, Now Take a Look!'

Literary tourism and the quest for authenticity

Arriving in London for the first time many years ago, I hadn't shaken off my jet lag before heading directly to London Bridge, where I walked with the morning crowds ("so many, / I had not thought death had undone so many"), and, fixing my eyes before my feet, "flowed up the hill and down King William Street, / to where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours / With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine." Following in the footsteps of T.S.

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