200 Words on a Squandered Education

Oh crap. Here are some authors I read in the course of my education. Toni Morrison. James Joyce. Carl Jung. John C. Calhoun. Publius. Adrienne Rich. James Burke. Jane Addams. Pearl S. Buck. Gabriel García Márquez. Adam Smith.

You get the idea.

For pleasure I read Annie Dillard. John McPhee. Scott Russell Sanders. Wendell Berry. Gabriel Jospovici. Benjamin Hoff. Stephen Mitchell.

I also read some James Blish (the Star Trek material), some Arthur C. Clark. A little bit of Larry Niven. A couple of the Star Wars novels. A lot of mainstream comic books, and some not-so-mainstream comic books. Too much Douglas Adams. Probably the right amount of Neil Gaiman, with a touch of Terry Pratchett.

I told someone once that they couldn't pay me enough to read the Earthsea books. I regret that. I should have read Octavia Butler, Alfred Bester, Ursula Le Guin, and the list is, nearly, endless.

I finally managed to read The Lord of the Rings, and The Hobbit, shortly before the first movie came out in 2001, which is about 20 years late. I mean, considering how much time I spent playing D&D and so on.

Of course, there's always a lot to read.