This wonderful essay from tomorrow’s NY Times. I am posting the whole text so I can keep rereading it myself.
I Was a Teenage Illiterate
I Was a Teenage Illiterate
At the age of 26, when I returned to
New York after an inglorious stab at graduate work in medieval history
on the frozen steppes of Chicago, I had a horrifying realization: I was
illiterate. At least, I was as close to illiterate as a person with
over 20 years of education could possibly be. In my stunted career as a
scholar, I
I read many classics as a child and have not reread them as an adult.
She could have a point. But, then again, Italo Calvino probably has a
good point too about them leaving a mark on you anyways. BTW, only
myself and one other woman liked his book in our book group. Maybe that
says something too. 🙂