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jesse hall
from stoner, john williams posted in literature by nevereatshreddedwheat
Stoner got up quietly, dressed in the dark, and went out of the room without awakening her. He walked the still, empty streets of Columbia until the first gray light began in the east; then he made his way to the University campus. He sat on the stone steps in front of Jesse Hall and watched the light from the east creep upon the great stone columns in the center of the quad. He thought of the fire that, before he was born, had gutted and ruined the old building; and he was distantly saddened by the view of what remained. When it was light he let himself into the hall and went to his office where he waited until his first class began.
– Stoner, John Williams
bletchley park
from angelmaker, nick harkaway posted in literature by nevereatshreddedwheat
And yes, of course, Joe remembers Bletchley, with its mysterious Nissen huts in various stages of decay, surrounded by suspect little hills which were clearly anything but, and the sprawling red-brick house which had been home to the greatest mathematicians an embattled Britain could lay hands on.
– Angelmaker, Nick Harkaway
The U.K.'s codebreakers cracked codes here during World War II. It's currently a museum.
vonnegut’s high school
from kurt vonnegut posted in literature by nevereatshreddedwheat
Here's his yearbook photo.
birchbark books
from louise erdrich posted in literature by nevereatshreddedwheat
Birchbark Books is an independent bookstore in Minneapolis owned by author and Minnesota native Louise Erdrich. She won the 2012 National Book Award for her novel The Round House.
memoryville
from the lost scrapbook, evan dara posted in literature by nevereatshreddedwheat
—I mean, when I go into Rolla, to work at Memoryville—I do maintenance on the classic cars they got there, like before and after show runs and such—when I go there, and they all know I'm from here, I mean—
—I mean, they might not want to shake my hand—
—They might want, I don't know, to stay away from me—
– The Lost Scrapbook p. 430
Former site of the Memoryville Antique Car Museum which closed in 2009.