I have always felt it was a shame that so many maps and the stories they tell are buried in drawers where no one can hear them. Over the past decade and a half I have been able to let some of these cartographic stories see the light of day in exhibits and through the flawed magic of the Internet.
I can’t quite put my finger on it. Maybe it’s because of my love for all things 1960’s or because I treasured my family’s Friday nights at Lamppost Pizza as a kid. It might be the simultaneous bombardment of lights and sounds, compounded with the tactile quality of the flippers and the shock wa
The archeaologist Howard Carter toiled in Egypt for three decades with little success. Under the sponsorship of Lord Carnarvon, he spent seven years searching the Valley of the Kings for the tomb of the young pharaoh Tutankhamen. Yet by November of 1922, Carter's luck was running out.
I know exactly where I was the afternoon of Friday, November 22, 1963. I imagine most Americans 55 or older today remember where they were that day. At 12.30 p.m. Central Standard Time, John F. Kennedy, the 35th president of the United States, was assassinated, shot fatally by a sniper.
Literary giants like Ernest Hemingway and Charles Dickens usually reside
upstairs in the Literature and Fiction Department. However, many notable
novelists have written travelogues documenting a particular country at a
specific point in history. These reside in the History Department. If you