A Mighty Oak Falls

I met John Updike once, for the same 20-second interval that hundreds of others met the man that day: by waiting excitedly in a line, then reverently approaching a table where he sat, pen in hand, beside a stack of newly published books. This was at a college in St. Paul around 1992. The book he was promoting and touring for was the collected Rabbit novels. I wasn’t much interested in that; a student, I didn’t have $25 or $30 to spring for the hefty tome. Besides, I already owned some of the Rabbit series individually, and those that I didn’t own, I was in the habit of borrowing from my dad’s old pocket paperbacks, copious intrusive marks and all. Continue reading “A Mighty Oak Falls”