A person should travel as oneself, and oneself alone, thrilling in their own subjectivity, delighting however they will in what Morris affectionately calls the “civic blur.”
People who put words to wine are frauds, every one of them, but this wine really does strike me as a long-lost trail in the woods, twisty and strange, all new-made topsoil and the tougher, more complicated stuff beneath
I loved this article because I loved Morris and her remarkable story. Morris insisted that she was a writer of place, not travel. Yet this author feels that assessment did not get to the root of it. “Morris’s deepest subject, it now seems clear to me, was love. Love of cities. Love of marmalade. Love of birds and exclamation points. Love of her late daughter Virginia, to whom The World of Venice is dedicated. Love of Bach. Love of kindness. Love of - well, everything.”
I found this so beautiful. A woman who wrote about place and found herself. I’d love to know more about her.
Great find, thanks! I have a deep desire to go to Venice, so this was an awesome preview.
I loved this article because I loved Morris and her remarkable story. Morris insisted that she was a writer of place, not travel. Yet this author feels that assessment did not get to the root of it. “Morris’s deepest subject, it now seems clear to me, was love. Love of cities. Love of marmalade. Love of birds and exclamation points. Love of her late daughter Virginia, to whom The World of Venice is dedicated. Love of Bach. Love of kindness. Love of - well, everything.”