My favourite book growing up Throughout my childhood I was obsessed with Tintin. It was clear to me even then that these books were problematic (of the ones I had, Prisoners of the Sun, in particular, angered me), but they were also gorgeous and gripping.
Henry James changed my mind about the English language in my teens. Theodor Adorno changed my mind about aesthetics a few years later. Samuel Beckett changed my mind about the novel in my mid-20s. George Eliot changed my mind about the ethical implications of storytelling in my 30s. David Markson changed my mind about literature as a whole in my 40s. Joy Williams will always change my mind in unsuspected ways.
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