Germany as jigsaw
This may be the metaphor of the month: I keep imagining the aftermath of an explosion in a jigsaw factory....
Map-fuelled idiocy
Beware the map-mad-man. Grappling with the shifting boundaries and complexity of German, let alone European history, needs maps. I am...
A blank map
‘You’ll start with a blank map, that doesn’t do more than show roughly what’s water and what...
Maps meet Frankenstein
The re-making of maps as Frankenstein collage. How much havoc has torn harmony apart with such unrelated stitchings together?
‘It...
Maps imagined
I love maps and regularly buy them. Here you have a map inside the map-seller's mind, drawing on his knowledge...
Well-seasoned meerschaum
This is part of a description of the village schoolroom where the sometimes compassionate, sometimes ascerbic schoolmaster Bartle Massey tries...
Of borders and beverages
This description of what really marks a border between one country or region and another delighted me. It boils down...
A singing map
I loved this idea, using a song to guide you in lieu of a map. From one of Rory Stewart's...
Maps for all comers
I wonder if such a mecca of maps exists? A map for all seasons, all reasons. Maps for thieves to...
Who needs maps?
Here is a long winded anecdote, no doubt embellished in the re-telling, which you can stash away in your own...
Where place and time meet
Russell Hoban's is one of the most imaginative, limpid novels I have ever read. Maps loom large in it, real...
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