Would any of these writers have been caught dead or absinthe-free at a Starbucks Café in a Barnes & Noble, as the mural depicting them at one of these cafés would imply?
It’s hard to imagine any of these literary luminaries tapping on an iPad, listening to an iPod, texting, websurfing, Facebooking, streaming, gaming, e-mailing, tweeting, or cell-phone chatting . . . (as though writers need more ways to procrastinate!)
Didn’t they go to cafes to get away from distractions or avoid social pressures, to sit back and just observe people—stealing details from real life or energizing novelistic dialogues with overheard snippets of conversation (not irritating cell-phone half-a-logues).
And I wonder: which early 21st century writers will appear on such murals in the future? And how will they be depicted—sans pen, pipe, or pensiveness?