David Astle would like to teach you how to use a semicolon.

A few blocks away, at KGB Bar—a dark, intimate, Soviet-themed second-story space, where one half expects to see Mata Hari drinking shots of Stoli—the cult novelist Kris Saknussemm was declaiming bits of his new autobiographical book, Sea Monkeys, while a friend tossed off angular riffs behind him on a harmonica. A tour of literary Manhattan.

The Lure of the Writer’s Cabin: our collective fantasies about the spaces where writers work.