With the fiftieth anniversary of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest almost upon us, I’d like to share a personal reminiscence about one of my all-time favorite authors, the great Ken Kesey.
I’m sure I’m not the first person to observe that the reading experience is not only a subjective one, but is highly situational. By that I mean that reading The Catcher in the Rye at age fifteen is a fundamentally different experience than reading it at age forty. Because while books do not age, their readers, and the world their readers inhabit, surely do. And when the right book and the right reader meet at the right time under the right circumstances, magic happens. Continue reading