An Open Letter to Writers of Every Stripe
My first literary read was The Good Earth by Pearl S. Buck. I found it on my paternal grandmother’s bookshelves, alongside works by Edgar Rice Burroughs and J.T. McIntosh. I was a locust back then, devouring any and every story I could find: Ellery Queen Mystery Magazines, pulp SciFi and Fantasy from the ’60s, my maternal grandfather’s college literature and theological texts, whatever I could lay my hands on at the library, or at the homes of my parents’ friends…