Am immersed in a novel by an author I’ve recently discovered. Late, as usual.
This is an excerpt from Pulitzer Prize-winning author Jeffrey Eugenides ‘ latest work:
Some people majored in English to prepare for law school. Others became journalists. The smartest guy in the honors program, Adam Vogel, a child of academics, was planning on getting a Ph.D and becoming an academic himself. That left a large contingent of people majoring in English by default. Because they weren’t left-brained enough for science, because history was too dry, philosophy too difficult, geology too petroleum-oriented, and math too mathematical — because they weren’t musical, artistic, financially motivated, or really all that smart, these people were pursuing university degrees doing something no different from what they’d done in first grade: reading stories. English was what people who didn’t know what to major in majored in.
The thing about discovering a writer who speaks what you’ve been mutely feeling all these years is a great find indeed.
Now I have to go make a trip to my favourite bookstore and get his earlier works.