Over on Scott Pack’s blog, Scott makes a confession or two about aspects of our glorious culture of which he is gloriously ignorant. He invites other bloggers to do the same, so here goes.
Classic authors I’ve never read and feel terrible about (and may have misspelled)
Christopher Marlowe, Charles Dickens, Virginia Woolf, Henry James, Anthony Trollope, H. G. Wells, Jules Verne, Kingsley Amis, Valdimir Nabokov, Luis le Borges, Katsuo Ishiguro, Peter Carey, David Eggers, Zadie Smith and Leo Tolstoy.
While we’re on the subject
OK, so this one has nothing to do with literature, but my knowledge of bird species — and Eureopean flora and fauna in general — is equal to my knowledge quark hopping in the subatomic realm. When I see a bird, I typically classify it as a bird, to the amusement of my girlfriend.