For a week, the novelist Joyce Maynard said good night to Paris from the deck of a péniche, within full view of the Eiffel Tower. Who cared if it rained the whole time?
“These days, my role as an innkeeper occupies me almost as much as fiction,” writes Joyce Maynard, who, during the pandemic, hired locals in a Guatemalan village to turn her writing retreat into a guesthouse.