I didn’t realize, or had forgotten, that Michael Chabon is from round here. There’s an interesting interview on a WaPo blog (via Largehearted Boy). Chabon recalls:
Hurricane Agnes.. in his grandparents’ Silver Spring home: He and younger brother Steve went to bed in the basement, only to awake to the “magic” of a suddenly flooded floor. Chabon writes that it was Max’s bedroom in “Where the Wild Things Are” come to real, rippling life.
My favorite Chabon novel is The Yiddish Policemen’s Union, by the way.