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Every Writer Needs a Writers’ Group
Collaboration is the secret sauce to a happy writing life
Planning my business trip to Manhattan back in the 1980s, I decided I’d stay at the Algonquin Hotel. I’d heard of the Algonquin Round Table, the group of wits, writers, actors, and critics who lunched together daily for the decade beginning in 1919. I wanted to see what they’d seen, sit where they sat, and imagine the words flowing from the likes of Dorothy Parker and Harpo Marx. I wanted a break from the universal sameness of the Marriotts and Hiltons and Comfort Inns. I got it.
Of course, the cabby taking me there tried to do a run-around and add a couple blocks to the trip. He wrongly assumed I’d never been to the Big City. I set him back the direct way and we soon pulled up to the towering 1902 hotel.
I was delighted with my choice. Old-fangled plumbing in my tiny room surely must have been in place when writer and cartoonist James Thurber lived in the hotel. Small white and black tiles covered the bathroom floor. The closet door had been thickened with repeated coats of white paint. I ate breakfast on red leatherette banquettes in the Round Table room, the very room used in earlier decades by the group of writers and cultural mavens. I imagined their clinking glasses and chuckles as I downed my orange juice the next morning.
