Where In The World Are you in July/August 2015?

I am visiting The Temple of Dawn in Thailand, and I am touring the world with Society's Child: My Autobiography.

Although I just left there on Tuesday I am already back in Amsterdam.

I am walking through the Snow in Kars, Turkey.

Having So Much Fun Here Without You - I'm back and forth between Paris and England.

I'm in 18th C. Russia, wandering through the Kremlin and Tsarskoye Selo side-by-side with Catherine the Great: Portrait of a Woman.

I'm in a small community in Austria, where there's plenty of snow on the ground and a surprising amount of Lust behind the curtains. And when that gets too hot for me, it's back to commuting between the Yorkshire moors and Brussels in search of The madwoman in the attic.

San Francisco first, then New York City. Not sure if we're just going back to San Francisco or if the adventures will take us elsewhere: Mr. Penumbra's 24-Hour Bookstore.

I'm on the ocean floor with Jacques Cousteau in The Human, the Orchid, and the Octopus: Exploring and Conserving Our Natural World

There are three of us (me, Tara, and C L Narayan) who have left Madras, "city of clogged dreams," on a flight to Frankfurt where we will connect another flight and eventually touch down among Chitra Viraraghavan's The Americans. When we finish our inward journeys, one of us will have to write an Early Review, and it won't be T or CLN.

I am in Paris on The First Honeymoon and in rural France just before joining Parrot and Olivier in America.

Iʻm shuttling between mid-18th century
Virginia and the area of Bristol, England
in the great* Thackerayʻs The Virginians
(Everyman, 2 vols.)

Itʻs a ca. 800 pp. book that Iʻm not more
than 1/7 of the way through. And Iʻm reading
it ahead of the novel itʻs more-or-less a
sequel to: Henry Esmond. It takes
place in the youth of "Esmond" ʻs grandchildren

*As I understand it, W M T was the favorite
English language novelist of many
Soviet (!) critics. Possibly because he
had a strong sense of class distinctions.

>10 hemlokgang:

Parrot and Olivier in America is a fabulous romp. I laughed through the entire book and never wanted it to end. Happy reading!

I've been entranced by Russian Magic Tales from Pushkin to Platonov in Russia in the 19th and 20th centuries and in the world beyond time.

And now I've welcomed The Buddha's Return with Russian emigres in Paris.

In rural Vermont and Peking, China.

Letter from Peking Pearls S Buck

I'm now in the western U.S., circa 1909, via Clive Cussler's The Chase, the first in Cussler's Isaac Bell series.

Small town North Carolina with Friendship Cake by Lynne Hinton

I've been on a mysterious island coming to understand how disturbing The Invention of Morel is.

Left 21st C. USA and my June LTER book, The Americans by Chitra Viraraghavan for 20th C. rural China to hunt a fabled root plant and help North Korean refugees, for I am The Ginseng Hunter.

Should I have to drive in the real world, I can escape the here and now via CD to a land of Thirteen Moons also known as The Nation, where my adopted people, the Cherokee live.

Soon, however, I shall be forced to take The Narrow Road to the Deep North to a Japanese prison camp and alongside Dorrigo Evans, slave to construct the Burma RR.

I've been wandering, seemingly endlessly, in the Desert, both that of North Africa and the man-made one of Marseille.

I've been in and out of bed with Dona Flor and Her Two Husbands in Bahia, Brazil.

I started off in Paris, then moved to Milan and presently am in Brazil with Foucault's Pendulum.

I'm in Bolivia and don't know whether I'm still drunk or only hungover from spending time in The Night with Jaime Saenz. In either case my mouth tastes funny and my back hurts because I slept on the floor and I'm frightened to know that night will return and I feel so wretched than I think I'd rather be dead but hey, Jaime, thanks for what promises to be a memorable book.

(Sorry--preview shows that my link goes to a bad American novel rather than to a Bolivian alcoholic's poem & there's no alternative in the list of possible links.)

Just moved lock, stock and barrel from New Hampshire to Florida. I'm reading Continental Drift by Russel Banks.

>21 rebeccanyc: Uh oh, Rebecca! I, too, have been entangled with Dona Flor and Her Two Husbands, while simultaneously pretending to be a man so I can fight in the Civil War Under The Wide and Starry Sky.

Baltimore and more. And more. And more. — I'm currently on my fourth Anne Tyler novel in as many weeks! (With excursions in other hands to the Pacific Ocean, Svalbard, the English provinces, 1920s London, and 1930s Oxford as geographical relief in between times.)

On Monday I left Jamaica after I read A Brief History of Seven Killings. I'm now accompanying The Fishermen in 1990s Nigeria, as they plot against the madman who has afflicted their family.

I've heard and seen The Harp and the Shadow while exploring Columbus's exploration of America, and I've had fun with The Prank in 19th century Russia.

I've been pining for the fjords with Kristin Lavransdatter for the last few days - and shall be for some time yet, I think. But I did have a short break settling into the mud Offshore in between Vols 1 & 2.

Continuing my Asian tour. Japan in the 1960s, judging by the description of the arcade games teens are playing and the fact that the hero has to make phone calls from a public land line. The wife's having a baby, which is A Personal Matter.

Will make the jump to China and from there to the American West, and do some time travel, too, to the 1870s. Have to engage in sophisticated evasive tactics when holding a Thousand Pieces of Gold.

I've been in the 15th century Notre-Dame de Paris, admiring the architecture and enduring the melodrama.

I'm in the company of an early 18th century Jewish pilgrimage In the Heart of the Seas from Poland to Palestine.

I am Senselessnessly in El Salvador.

I am seeking The Nature of the Beast in the imaginary village of Three Pines, outside Montreal. I am also living A Replacement Life in Brooklyn, NY.