When Literary Legends Meet ‹ CrimeReads

That was it. I walked away having just talked to an ascended god of literature. Very cool, I thought, leaving happy, and kick-starting my amateur pursuit of literary titans. Over the years I'd sat on Hemingway's bed in Key West, visited the London homes of Joseph Conrad and Charles Dickens, where I sat alone at the writing desk used by Dickens. I visited the dorm of Stephen Crane in Syracuse, and the building where Fitzgerald died in Hollywood.

It got me thinking about how interesting it must've been when literary legends met.

Like the time Charles Dickens met Victor Hugo in Paris.