The highlight of my visit to the only bookstore in my hometown was the conversation with one of the eponymous three sisters. She praised my writing, which we sensitve creative types always appreciate, and lamented that she would not sell many of my books. I was to leave after only an hour to visit a college campus and there, she thought, I was more likely to find my audience. She might thrill at my artistry but there are few amongst her customers who buy books for great writing. From the beginning I had the goal of writing great stories that anyone could enjoy and the more literate would enjoy more deeply. But it seems there are readers who thrill at a challenge and love the title The Canterbury Tales in Neverland and there are readers who are intimidated by the whole prospect. I write more for the former than the latter. So be it.
I wanted to write a classic regular folks would actually read. I wanted to write an adventure academics would find resonant with meaning. You tell me how well I did.