man reading on park bench

I read a short book, long ago, by a man in or nearing retirement. The man had made a life out of studying literature.

This is my recollection, anyway. It was so long ago that I no longer remember the title or author of the book. I think the author was affiliated with the University of Michigan, but this could be a mistaken memory.

But I do clearly remember that this venerable man had a complaint: a lament as he moved toward retirement.

He had read everything good, he explained. There was nothing good left to read. He was doomed to live out the rest of his days reading subpar works.

Wisdom?

Hogwash.

The older I get, the more I realize how much I haven’t read, but would like to. And the more I realize how much I’d like to reread. How many times can one reread Hamlet without gaining something new from the experience? And fabulous modern works are being written and published literally all the time.

I look forward to sharing with you more of my fab finds in the realm of literature!

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