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Greg Johnson
When I look back over the past half-century, it’s evident that my life has been drenched in literature.
I started early, from the first gravitating toward fiction and poetry. I devoured the stories of Edgar Allan Poe at age nine or ten, and soon thereafter composed a brief, gruesome collection of tales in desperate emulation of my first literary idol. (“Couldn’t you write something a bit more .
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. . cheerful?” my mother asked.) During my teenage years I discovered writers as disparate as F. Scott Fitzgerald, John Steinbeck, and Flannery O’Connor; and in poetry, the endlessly fascinating if sometimes incomprehensible Emily Dickinson. In college and graduate school, thanks to my English and Creative Writing professors, I read the great American writers of the twentieth century, including William Faulkner, John Updike, Philip Roth, Sylvia Plath, and Joyce Carol Oates.
There was never a time when I didn’t take writing seriously. My