During the sun-dappled London summer of 1967, a King’s College student named Salman Rushdie rented a room upstairs at 488 King’s Road in the aptly named World’s End area of Chelsea. The location—sleepy, vaguely bohemian—was inconveniently out of the way. But it was then undergoing a kaleidoscopic transformation, along with all of London, thanks in part to the outré clothing shop that inhabited the ground floor of No. 488 and went by the eyebrow-raising name of Granny Takes a Trip.
The era-defining boutique is now the subject—and title—of a stylish cultural history by the British writer Paul Gorman, just out from Hachette Mobius. Granny Takes a Trip is itself a kind of charmingly crammed bazaar, chockablock with photographs, illustrations, and no end of tall tales from the sundry rock stars, artistes, and socialites who patronized a retail institution that put the swing into Swinging London.
