I have a friend who is brilliant. Yes, it’s you. I’m glad you guessed it. Thanks for being brilliant.
I have another friend who is also brilliant. He’s the kind of guy I always feel a little bit self-conscious around because I feel intimidated by his genius. Sure he has his PhD and is well published in the scholarly world, but it’s more the fact that just speaking with him you can tell he knows his stuff. I keep waiting for those moments when he shows that he’s human, has weaknesses in his thought . . . etc, and they just don’t seem to happen. Of course he reads like crazy. His office at work has at least six bookshelves overflowing with history books, biographies, and scholarly journals. He even uses the top of each shelf to store more. And he has more at home, and on his Kindle.
So the other day, this same brilliant friend sent me an email with this link. And he was incredibly excited.
And the whole star-studded cast. (Yep, beside Harrison Ford and Ben Kingsley, that's the girl from True Grit, and the boy from Hugo).
I spoke to him (my friend, not Harrison Ford, Ben Kingsley, or the boy from Hugo) in the hall the other day, and he told me the story. To abridge it down to a sentence: He didn’t like fiction . . . until he read Ender’s Game.
Orson Scott Card.
I personally hadn’t read Ender’s Game until about a decade ago. I wasn’t into sci-fi at the time either, but it won me over. It is definitely in my top 5 all-time fiction books.
I will completely admit that I really like the other books in the series. However, I think Ender’s Game is the king. At some point, some of the other books got a little too grown up for me. But Enders’ was perfect.