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I finished Divisadaro on the train into London. When I got to the long end-segment on the French writer I felt I’d really arrived in the book, like Ondaatje was speaking directly to me. I smiled when, on page 173, the writer receives a letter from someone who signs Sarah S.

My hotel room window looks out onto Ave Maria Lane.

Having not expected to finish Divisadero until tomorrow, I was glad to find my room equipped with A Traveller’s Guide to the History of London, as well as an Oxford Dictionary/Thesaurus. I opened to the page running from Ghoul to Gin.

Feeling right at home.