I will never know as much as I want. I watch The Crown and I want to read about Churchill and Eisenhower. I watch the protests and I want to understand Malcolm X. On my reading list are books about mushrooms, eels and why fish are real. How can I know enough? Plus I need to learn more about writing that I aspire to do, about the craziness that explains my family and my own pathologies. I need to know about how other people write about these things. There is just not enough time. So this week, after I gave up my appendix, I have decided on John Grisham because I love his stories.
