When I hear the phrase "writing hut" or "backyard shed" my imagination practically squeals with delight. A small, intimate space furnished with the essentials. Low impact, high inspiration. This is probably why I love going to North Dakota and why I want to pull a Pollan and build my own little house. But until I get a backyard and some serious carpentry skills, ogling these famous writing sheds will have to do:
Roald Dahl
"The whole of the inside was organised as a place for writing: so the old wing-back chair had part of the back burrowed out to make it more comfortable; he had a sleeping bag that he put his legs in when it was cold and a footstool to rest them on; he had a very characteristic Roald arrangement for a writing table with a bar across the arms of the chair and a cardboard tube that altered the angle of the board on which he wrote. As he didn't want to move from his chair everything was within reach. He wrote on yellow legal paper with his favourite kind of pencils; he started off with a handful of them ready sharpened..." - from The Guardian
Mark Twain
"It is the loveliest study you ever saw...octagonal with a peaked roof, each face filled with a spacious window...perched in complete isolation on the top of an elevation that commands leagues of valley and city and retreating ranges of distant blue hills. It is a cozy nest and just room in it for a sofa, table, and three or four chairs, and when the storms sweep down the remote valley and the lighting flashes behind the hills beyond and the rain beats upon the roof over my head—imagine the luxury of it." - Mark Twain, in a letter to William Dean Howells, 1874
George Bernard Shaw
George Bernard Shaw (1856-1950) worked for the last 20 years of his life in a remarkably sophisticated writer's hut on his property in St. Albans, Hertfordshire. Besides having electricity, a telephone, and a buzzer system, the hut's most notable feature was that it was built on a turntable, which enabled Shaw to push it to follow the sun. This eliminated the need for an artificial light source and created indoor passive solar heating.
Dylan Thomas
"Dylan Thomas’s writing shed began its life back in the 1920s. A Dr Cowan, who spent his holidays at the boathouse, bought the shed to house his Wolsey car. He paid £75 to erect the £5 shed on cast iron pillars on the cliffside at a time when the average house price was just £200... In his, as Thomas told Princess Caetani in 1952, 'wordsplashed hut', the walls were pinned with photos, reproductions and magazine cuttings of Lord Byron, Walt Whitman, Louis MacNeice, W. H. Auden, William Blake, a painting by Modigliani, picaresque nudes, serial specials from Picture Post and similar magazines, rhyming lists and word lists of alliterations." - from The Dylan Thomas Boathouse at Laugharne
Henry David Thoreau
Tired of the distractions of modern living, Henry David Thoreau went to the woods to live a deliberate and simple life. He borrowed some land near a pond called Walden from friend Ralph Waldo Emerson and built himself a simple 10′x15′ shack for $28.12 and furnished it with a bed, a table, a desk, and three chairs.
Virginia Woolf
"She was always being distracted - by Leonard sorting the apples over her head in the loft, or the church bells at the bottom of the garden, or the noise of the children in the school next door, or the dog sitting next to her and scratching itself and leaving paw marks on her manuscript pages. In winter it was often so bitterly cold and damp that she couldn't hold her pen and had to retreat indoors." - from The Guardian
Michael Pollan
Michael Pollan's book A Place Of My Own: The Architecture of Daydreams is the story of how he built a tiny writing hut for himself in the woods behind his Connecticut house. As he writes on the first page, "Is there anybody who hasn't at one time or another wished for such a place, hasn't turned those soft words over until they'd assumed a habitable shape? What they propose, to anyone who admits them into the space of a daydream, is a place of solitude a few steps off the beaten track of everyday life."
(Images: 1+2. Eamonn McCabe/The Guardian; 3. Workalicious; 4. An Honest Architecture; 5. Shedworking; 6. View from the Library Window; 7. TreeHugger; 8. Shedworking and O Mundo de Claudia; 9+10. Michael Pollan)











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Also, Neil Gaiman's writing gazebo:
http://www.shedworking.co.uk/2010/07/neil-gaiman-shedworker.html
Thank you, thank you for this article. My husband has been unable to understand why I have dragged an old battered shed into my backyard. However, I have a vision of fixing it up and making it a sanctuary. Perhaps these examples will help him "get it." Thank you also, Annuin, for the shedworking link. I adore the gazebo!
So timely, I love this post, I've been wrestling with what to build in the backyard for an art studio/guest cottage and now I know... the only thing I was wrestling with was committing to a WRITING studio.
Love this post. I'm a huge Thoreau fan so of course I loved his space the best! Like him I often yearn for and plot ways to have a sweetly simpler life. I'm even planning to go to one of those small house workshops so that I can retreat permanently and write full time.
When I visited to Finland, I went to Aleksi Kivi's writer's hut (also known as his home/tiny log cabin in the woods), which reminds me of these sheds, Roald Dahl's in particular. The inside was small and cluttered, like Dahl's.
Picture: here [not my picture, hope it's not a faux pas just to put a link to it]
Aleksi Kivi is considered to be the "father" of Finnish literature and credited with writing the first fiction/novel in the Finnish language.
Mark Twain's study reminds me how much I hate clutter.
I've always loved Robert Frost's cabin in Ripton, VT.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/donshall/sets/72157608263167710/
Oh wow, I wondered if you would include Dylan Thomas' shed and you have! It's years since I've been down to Laugharne but his house there became a museum. I went there with my parents years ago and my mum pointed to a portrait of the poet on the wall of the reception area and, feeling clever, asked me if it was a Graham Sutherland. "No, Augustus John," I replied. "Yes" she said, "but is it by Graham Sutherland." If I could have slunk off and hidden myself away in that shed, I would have done!
Great post - thank you.
I totally dream of having a shed to house a workspace (and the land on which to build it). I would want more a combo writing/art studio. My husband and I actually discuss this fantasy fairly often. Someday...
Looooove! Now I'm able to put a name on the style I'll aim for for my study :)
(hm, except maybe for Thoreau's, much as I like him!)
Not one of these photos is authentic. You can't find a white iMac desktop in any photo and we all know it's impossible to be creative without an iMac.
:)
What a great post! I'd like to suggest another famous writer's hut. German philosopher Martin Heidegger retreated regularly to a cabin in the Black Forest where he composed many of his most prominent phenomenological works. One of his most widely read essays, "Building Dwelling Thinking" (essential reading for anyone interested in place, dwelling and ideas about home), is most obviously connected to his cabin. As a bonus, here's an online text of the essay: http://students.pratt.edu/~arch543p/readings/Heidegger.html
For an exploration of the importance of this cabin to Heidegger's work, see also Adam Sharr's book Heidegger's Hut (MIT Press, 2006).
Another book hut-lovers might want to check out is Anne Cline's A Hut of One's Own: Life Outside the Circle of Architecture (MIT Press, 1997).
Oh, and Gaston Bachelard's The Poetics of Space. Not about huts as such but reveals many of the reasons we love them!
Christopher Morley's cottage is in the woods of a county park in Roslyn NY (Long Island).
http://www.christophermorley.org/knothole/knothole.html
Frederick Douglass had a shed he called "The Growlery." I visited his house, Cedar Hill, about ten years ago, but I don't remember if "The Growlery" was still there.
There was a nice article about our need for a place to retreat to and write in that appeared in Poets & Writers magazine a few years back titled "Cabin Fever: My Own Private Walden Pond." Here's a link: http://www.pw.org/content/cabin_fever_my_own_private_walden_pond?cmnt_all=1).
I created a writing cabin of my own in the artists' community of South Whidbey Island in Washington State and rent it out to those who need to get away to focus on their work. That turns out to be more people than you'd think. In a survey conducted by the Jenkins group, 81% of Americans say they'd like to write a book someday. The urge to express ourselves in writing seems universal. So does our yearning for a place in which to do it. http://www.writersrefuge.com
Looks like a sentry house. Its a small house but has everything it needs.
David McCullough wrote his fantastic biography in a small writing shed just a short walk from his house. He calls it his "daily commute.
Sorry, I meant to say fantastic John Adams biography. I'm sleepy!
Great post! The Hemingway House in Key West houses his writing studio on the second floor of the carriage house. This pictures I found don't seem to do justice to the magic of the room, but it was quite inspiring...
http://wildmoobooks.blogspot.com/2010/10/visit-to-hemingways-house-in-key-west.html
I much enjoyed this piece. I tried to address this same topic in my new memoir:
Cabin Fever (Beacon Press/Random House, 2011). Read about it here: http://tommontgomeryfate.com/cabinfever.html
I love this idea, but how did/do they keep from freezing in the winter?
I love shacks, too. Here are more good ones.
Willard Van Orman Quine - "Dad built himself a small "shack" as he called it to be as far away from the family noise as possible. That way he could work to his heart's content and not interfere with the noisy comings and goings of the likes of my brother and me and our friends. It was not wired for electricity, so when it was late or dark or stormy, he would light his kerosene lanterns and keep pounding away on his typewriter."
Wilhelm Peterson-Berger - Wrote warm, lyrical piano songs called Frösöblomster in a rustic house called "Sommarhagen" that he built on the island of Frösö.
Birgit Friggebo - In 1979 this Swedish Housing Minister changed the building codes to exempt structures under 15 square meters. Minimalist cabins ensued and are called "friggebods."
Gustav Mahler - Built a tiny composition house or "Komponierhäuschen" at the edge of a lake.
Cave Monasteries of Byzantine Cappadocia - VERY rudimentary, created by orthodox monks seeking Hesychasm.
Skellig Michael clocháns - beehive dwellings made of piled stones used by monks on cliffs on an island off of Ireland.
Ludwig Wittgenstein - built a cabin in Skjolden Norway in which to do his uncompromising philosophy. There are pictures and details of this cabin in the book "Ludwig Wittenstein: There where you are not."
Toru Takemitsu - Wrote haiku-like music blending Eastern sensibilities with Western instruments. He lived in a barn for a time to better focus on composition.
пустынь - In English, poustinia. A small, sparsely furnished cabin for solitary (generally religious) retreats.
Dick Proenneke - Filmed himself building a cabin in Alaska in the movie "Alone in the Wilderness." He's pretty amazing.
Ryōkan Taigu - A buddhist monk who left the monastery to live in a hut outside of town. He wrote poems about his daily life and his shack.
Ted Kaczynski - Aka The Unabomber. Before he snapped he was a mathematician studying complex analysis. Built a tiny cabin in Montana which he filled with books and supplies.
E.B. White: ashtray, typer, that's all: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qg5AtOsAW7g/TJus72O_AMI/AAAAAAAAAbM/piEuKm8v-y8/s1600/2010+fall+blog+pictures+005.jpg
Minor correction, George Bernard Shaw's property (Shaw's Corner) is not in St Albans. It is nearer Welwyn Garden City. It is a National Trust property and worth a short visit (http://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/shaws-corner/).
This thread is a keeper for sure, the best part being all the additional contributions. I never would have thought there'd be an essay by Heidegger that I actually *wanted* to read.
Some years ago, Annie Dillard wrote a wonderful piece about her writing shed for Architectural Digest.
in north dakota, my brothers, their friends, the whole neighborhood of kids, and i built from salvaged wood dragged home from the coolies, a 3 storey shack in the back yard. my brother dennis named it the rendesvous hotel...the 1st storey had a living room and den, (with a "fireplace,") the second story was the infirmary/ nurse's station, and on the third storey was the insanely dangerous lookout tower... (good thing we had the nurse's station.) One night, my brother brian and i slept in the pits that were supposed to be the beginnings of our "basement"... they felt like graves...thankfully, our parents nixed the basement idea as soon as they discovered the "graves"... i loved growing up in north dakota. and all the freedom we had. although my "freedom" wasn't even close to what my brothers had... hanging out in the coolies and down by the river every day in the summer... as a homesick teenager living in boston, i found my home away from home, walden pond... henry david thoreau's stomping grounds... i spent as much time there as i possibly could, in any kind of weather. i totally get the desire to live in a little hut in the woods. right now, my chickens are the lucky ones...
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