Mr. Updike

“When I write, I aim in my mind not toward New York but a vague spot a little east of Kansas. I think of the books on library shelves, without their jackets, years old, and a countryish teen-aged boy finding them, and having them speak to him. The reviews, the stacks in Brentano’s are just hurdles to get over, to place the books on that shelf.”

Thanks, Mr.Garrison for reading this over the airways of the radio while my father and I drove on APS with our windows rolled down and smiling.  It made for a good moment.