![]() ![]() His speech had included a story about a flying squirrel, and I thought I’d take a chance. I knew, dimly, that Kesey was important, so I went to his talk and waited in a long line, and when it was my turn he took the ring off my finger and did a magic trick with it. I just asked the guy to draw me a flying squirrel. You know, “Look out below, as you climb this crazy ladder!” But no. You might think this had something to do with my writing aspirations. Ken Kesey’s One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, inscribed to me with flying squirrel. When people ask for my “favorites,” this is the list I actually want to give. And then I have favorite books, as in, the objects themselves, the ones made weird and irreplaceable by the extra markings in or on them-the annotations, the inscriptions, the love notes. ![]()
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