Where In The World Are You? March/April 2019

Share a creative sentence working the title of your current book and its geographical setting into it.

Example:
Whilst in England, little touched my heart as much as The Golden Tresses of The Dead.

I'm in London, dressed up as Dona Anna from "Don Giovanni", attending a New Year's Eve masquerade also known as The Snow Ball.

I am admiring 24 Views of Mt. Fuji, by Hokusai as I follow a strange pilgrimage through modern Japan.

I am driving across the United States while my parents compile the Lost Children Archive and so far, the guitar shaped swimming pool in Memphis is my favorite thing.

I am visiting Miss Betsey in Dover with David Copperfield.

I took a brief side-trip to Moscow to try to rescue the orphan Netochka Nezvanova.

I’m spending a Summer holiday in Sweden with Karl Ove Knausgaard and his family.

I'm visiting Sicily with The Leopard.

Still in London, but now I'm sitting at the feet of The Buddha of Suburbia, hoping to get a clue about anything at all.

Paris (the usual for a Simenon "Maigret" yarn). This is one
that I haven't seen in Frtench or English before: "Maigret, Lognon
and the Gangsters". Gets into what the rest of Quai d'Orfevres
thinks of a controversial middle-management operativer who is inclined
to rate himself a bit highly; and it so contains administrative details not found in
other "Maigrets"; also into how a U.S. trio of bad guys operate in France.

I'm in Tokyo with Mikage Sakurai pondering the mysteries of life, death and romance in Kitchen.

At "The Maze at Windermere"*

*A fictional estate in late 18th century* Newport, RI
(by Gregory Blake Smith)

*18th century: Well, so the blurb implies. (I'm just starting
it, and I notice that different chapters have different datings, and
actually the first of these is "Summer 2011".)

I am in Rwanda, having received the following message, We Wish To Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed With Our Families.

Lost Lake (by Philip Margolin) is in the Pacific Northwest -- and is
a book that has been on my TBR List for a long time. (And picking it up
just AFTER* giving up on another Margolin title!)

Is putting something in parentheses AND adding an exclamation
point to it a sure sign of indecisevenss? --Anybody's opinion?)

Roland, on this thread the goal is to work the title and setting into a sentence. You might want to check the example at the top and some other entries.

I am in North Carolina meeting a new bride, Serena, as she and her new husband begin their honeymoon.

The Rosato and DiNunzio series, by Lisa Socttolien
takes place In Philadelphia, where a firm of lawyers,
founded by women,
has become co-ed, but is wrongly sued by three
"clients" of a female partner's arch-enemy, in a fabricated
case (but I've forgotten which item of the series is the
one that I read!}

I'm in Cabourg/Balbec France (Ocean City Maryland in my memories) remembering the feeling of wondering what it would be like to lay In The Shadow of Young Girls in Flower

We twin girls started in Chicago with Audrey Niffenegger, but moved to London when we got to age 21 to inhabit the London house of our mother's recently deceased twin and became feared in Her Fearful Symmetry. Wow, our author is a tour guide at a cemetery and we better watch out.

I've left London, shattered and angry, at The End of the Affair. I no longer know what to believe in.

The text of Apologia pro Vita Sua by John Henry Newman
is in English, despite the Latin title (which means, roughly,
"Afterword on behalf of his Life". (I'm in 19th century UK, of course)

Sometimes you just can't catch a break! I have barely avoided Being Dead among the dunes of an unnamed coast; I have mused about Insomnia in every spot on the globe where I lay down my head; and now I find myself in a hospital bed in Germany, victim either of an accident or of Saint Peter's Snow.

Blindly heading to Korea, afraid I will find myself On Desperate Ground.

I'm in Florida, where ominous things happen to women.

>21 Selliers: >22 hemlokgang: >23 lisapeet:
Yikes! Seems to me you guys should stay home where it’s safe.
Better yet, come join me in beautiful Polynesia where I’m meeting lots of interesting Sea People.

Indeed you're right. There is nothing like A Room of One's Own, as I've been told in Cambridge, England.

I’ve been living with lions in Kenya, feeling like a man who was Born Free.

Scotland, taking up the Mind Game that
Iris Johansen's'treaure-hunter heroine
"Jane MacGuire" gets involved in.

In medieval Oxford, I'm tiptoeing out while The Bookseller's Tale plods toward its end, vowing to skip any more tales from the same pen.

Oh, how I long for Another Time, Another Place instead of this endless backbreaking agricultural toil in a remote corner of Scotland.

Leaving California where I lived out My Last Love Story and headed to Minnesota where I expect to encounter frigid winter weather, yet hope to encounter the Winter Loon.

I'm in Elizabethan Britain, hanging out in an inn, drinking with a mysterious stranger in Kenilworth.

In upper New York State, not too far from
Buffalo and Niagara Falls, where A Tap on the
(car) Window* can prove to be all hell to pay.

*by Linwood Barclay and currently being discussed
in an LT thread.)

Off to Los Angeles to sal age The Library Book from the the Los Angeles Library fire.

Despite considerable Pride and Prejudice, I finally made my way to England to visit Miss Jane Austen and was happily pleased by her charm.

"Cults: in too Deep from Jonestown
to Scientology"* by Lightning Guides puts
the reader in Jonestown Guyana
of the late 70s, Los Angeles of the 60's,
Waco, and other dangerous locales.

*No author or editor on the t.p.

After a blistering encounter with The Girl Who Played With Fire in Sweden, I decided to surround myself with a lot of water and went to an island where a girl named Ella Minnow Pea taught me to fight for the alphabet and all it stands for.

Trying to solve the mystery of Sir Charles' death in The Hound of the Baskervilles by Conan Doyle in England.

I'm in Kharkiv, a modern manifestation of Mesopotamia

**Touchstone not working: Mesopotamia by Serhiy Zhadan

Martha's Vineyard, MA: Great place, in real life or
fiction, but Philip R. Craig
reminds us that A Vineyard Killing may occur.

Jed and I are living it up in Black Deutschland by clubbing in 1980s West Berlin.

In Norway, passing through an "Ordeal"* in
Norwegian crime-investigation.

*by Jorn Lier Host.. Tr. by Anne Bruce

Waving goodbye to My Antonia as I leave the red grass prairie of Nebraska.

Argentina. But it's darn hard to speak with a Mouthful of Birds.

In Massachusetts, where I hope to live through The Twelve Lives of Samuel Hawley and survive to tell the tale!

Have left London for the Peak District whilst experiencing 31 Days of Wonder.

Here in Buenos Aires I'm wondering about the People in the Room.

Various spots in the South of the UK, where the large cast
of characters# copes with the (possible) murder of a
patriarchal relative, and of a slightly younger, and
unreliable, relative's heavy-handed suggestion that the
death was a murder. The story starts to unwind After the
Funeral.*

*by Agatha Christie

#I always welcome a big cast --which Brits and Australians
seem to go in for and Americans, especially screen writers
and directors, seem to eschew.

In the Democratic Republic of the Congo, just trying to get a beer and stay alive in the notorious Tram 83.

"Go check your Daddy's watch!!!"

In Arapaho country of the U. S. West, where Margaret
Coel's characters experience a "Night of the White Buffalo".

In Itsly where, despite the raging WWII, I hope to survive Beneath A Scarlet Sky.

Entering the American West of some 112 years ago.
where the characters try to cope with The Wrecker*
of trains.

*by Clive Cussler and Justin Scott

Amongst Comala's past and its ghosts with Juan Preciado. Maybe we don't want to meet Pedro Páramo after all...

After a short visit to St. Petersburg, where I saw a young man's fortune changed by The Queen of Spades, I took a kibitka and journeyed 2050 versts southeast, to Orenburg, where I listened to Peter Grineff enthuse about Marie; a story of Russian love.

I'm in London, trying to get a writer named Foe to listen to my story about a castaway I met on a desert island.

I'm in Australia, overeating at Picnic at Hanging Rock.

I'm visiting a Norwegian prison, where a young Moslem, who went to Syria to oppose President Bashar al-Assad, is hoping to find peace, in This Life Or The Next.

In Derbyshire touring Pemberley and starting to think a couple of characters might get over their Pride and Prejudice. Many of them seem a little hopeless...

I'm in Los Angeles with a down and out writer in Ask the Dust.

I'm in Tokyo with "Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and his years of pilgrimage, written by Haruki Murakami. Likes railroad stations.

I've been jumping from Los Angeles to Maine to Iowa to New York and back, in the course of learning How to Write An Autobiographical Novel.

May/June thread:

http://www.librarything.com/topic/306488

The U.S.'s Deep South --Mobile Bay

I usually don't read Poisoning Yarns, but
be it "A Clean Kill" or a dirty one, the blurbs
on this Mike Stewart mystery make it sound
like a better than average one.

I'm touring England -- I've stayed for a bit with The Ladies of Lyndon enjoying Edwardian opulence, and now I'm hanging out with an austere religious community waiting for The Bell to be delivered and installed.