John Updike, Ipswich, Massachusetts
Edward Gorey at home, with cats
Henry Miller in his house in Big Sur
Jorge Luis Borge in his bedroom.
Mark Twain, at home, 1903
Vladimir Nabokov with his wife, at home.
Agatha Christie, summer house, Greenway
Ernest Hemingway reading The New York Times in bed.
Francis Scott Fitzgerald with his wife Zelda, New York.
Not a single volume has been opened.
That’s a great shame. There’s something sad about an unread book.
(Source: , via librarienne)