When I thought of C (and the structure of this exercise might prove grating at some point but for now restrictions breed creativity, eh? eh?), I thought of The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay. That’s not really right at all though, is it? If we’re going author, C could be Coetzee, of course, but we’ll get there. I’m going for instinct, right? First memory up and all that. Kavalier and Clay could’ve been the A, actually, was my second thought. I’m happy with Atonement, though. I’m blithering. C could’ve been Crime and Punishment or A Clockwork Orange. Maybe we’ll get there too.
My first experience with Chabon was Werewolves in Their Youth. It feels seminal for me, as a reader. It was one of the first books I loaned out and didn’t get back. It was the first book I must’ve bought because of something I’d read in college. Is that right? It doesn’t feel right. I read one of the stories my first year in class with Dan Chaon, but I couldn’t have read it right after that. I mean, all I remember reading was Atlas Shrugged that summer of 2004. Sophomore year was dominated by the Old Testament class I was taking, and then Moby-Dick. Could Werewolves have come before Moby-Dick? Yeah…maybe…the seminal before the seminal!