Brechtian desks

    After our discussion about desks and their ratio of clear space to 'stuff' yesterday, I suddenly remembered a passage from Lloyd Jones's latest novel Hand Me Down World, which I read recently. A character takes a tour of Bertolt Brecht's house in Berlin:

"I asked her if she'd seen the large sunny room at the rear of the house with all the desks? [...] Each writing project had its own desk. Brecht would wander from one to the other, from a desk with song lyrics, to one with a draft of a poem, to another with a longer prose work. Each desk, I suppose, representing a different part of the brain."

    Now there's an idea (or according to this article, maybe not).