The Dreaming Spires
Feb. 13th, 2026 01:54 amIt was Matthew Arnold who first dubbed Oxford as “the city of dreaming spires.”
It really is a magical place. A place with strong ties to fantasy. Philip Pullman, Alan Garner, William Morris, Diana Wynne Jones, Neil Gaiman, and of course the Inklings, among them C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien. A grand company. Understandably, I was honored when I was invited to return there in November, to address the Oxford Union, and sign a few books.
I spoke on November 4, to a full house.
It was a daunting assignment, given the speakers who had gone before me over the years. Writers, actors, politicians, poets, comedians, celebrities of all sorts. Some gave long serious speeches on the issues of the day, others focused on literature, war and peace, love and sex… everything was fair game. I knew it was my writing… A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE in particular… that had caused the Union to invite me. So I decided to talk about my life, and my work.
It was a lovely evening. I understand why Tolkien… and all the rest… loved Oxford so much. My hosts were warm, bright, so hospitable, syudents and scholars both.
Alas, my hopes to having a pint or two at the Eagle and Child, where JRRT and the Inklings drank and talked and argued, but the pub was closed for renovations. Maybe next time. (They did have an Indian restaurant, where I had the best Indian food I’d ever tasted).
Maybe the Bird and Baby will be open the next time I get to Oxford. I do want to come back one day. Those dreaming spires cast a spell.











