Literature has inspired so many things, but mainly, more bloody literature. Now, it's inspired a Paris hotel: Le Pavillon Des Lettres.
Taking up all five floors of a nightlife-proximate 8th Arrondissement townhouse, each of Pavillon's plush rooms are assigned a letter of the alphabet, which in turn represents the cherished scribe the room is meant to manifest, "from Anderson to Zola"; driving home the theme, the works (including some comics) of all 26 authors are stuffed in the ground-floor's fireplace-warmed Library, also home to an honesty bar, where you're expected to write down the drinks you've made without indulging in any classic fiction of your own. Above each room's bed is an elegantly hand-stenciled passage from its scribe's book/play/poem, while the furniture and colour palate's designed to feel like you're in "a chapter of the same story", as with the minimalist metallic-feeling space surrounding a quote from Kafka's dystopian novel The Castle reading "When you come tomorrow to wake me up" (he died before finishing, though presumably he'd have written "please don't bring any Raid"). Other wordsmiths include Ireland's own W.B. Yeats ("Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams" above light blue wooden furnishings), Shakespeare (a sonnet-driven hideaway with velvety red tones), and the Parisienne Baudelaire, whose luxuriant light room has curtains running across the entire length of the walls, concealing chunks from his poetic opus "The Spleen of Paris" -- a title that certainly took a lot of Gaul.
Each room comes equipped with flatscreen, minibar, and WiFi, and breakfast is taken care of via a comp buffet (eggs, bacon, patisseries from Pierre Hermé, etc.); room service can be ordered from your room's designated iPad, which is also loaded with all the authors' words -- which might even inspire you to read them if, unless...oh, they've got a croque madame!