I am weeping for the death of a woman I never met, whose loss I feel keenly because of her father's essay on aging. When I tell you her father is Roger Angell, you will understand instantly why this is so.
If you have never read Roger Angell's work, stop reading now, go get some, and read. Repeat until you too understand the above.
The reason I was reading this particular essay, this particular morning is that I am working my way through The Best American Essays of 2015, edited by Ariel Levy.
The Best American series is published by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, and it is a long time favorite of mine. I don't buy every book, every year, but I try to buy the essays and the mysteries. Sometimes if I am feeling particularly adventurous, I buy one of the categories (science, comics) I don't know much about.
The reason I mention this is because it's often easy to fall into reading the authors I know I love. Or the authors that perch on the best seller lists. The Best series is a good way to find writing that other writers admire. You won't agree with all the choices (at least I never do) but analyzing why the editor found merit in a story is helpful too.
I've learned a lot by paying attention to what writers read and like. Making a trip through the Bouchercon book room with Lee Child is an experience I'd pay cash money to do again. Hell, the Bouchercon committee should auction that off as a fundraiser.
Now, back to the cereal, and the coffee, and the elegant writing of Roger Angell. There are many, many worse ways to start the day.
**starting the day with a typo...now that's exactly my speed. Thanks kdjames!
Starting the day with TWO typos. Yes, it's Friday. (thanks Lisa!)