When I was a boy, my dad waved his hand across his tall book case & said, Son, any book of mine you’re free to read. In the Army Now was one he’d written. So a seed was planted, & I became a man of letters. Thank you, Dad.
My mom subscribed to The New Yorker. I liked reading J D Salinger’s stories, & also the little fillers, at the ends of articles, with quotes from items in the news, with their wry, acerbic comments. That’s where I learned a certain sense of literary discernment. Thank you, Mom.