In the summer of 1962, I was waiting for my Peace Corps assignment, toying with the idea of going back to school after a year of reading. I had a night job, training the first astronauts, the Rhesus monkeys. There were many opportunities for reading and I had taken to reading several books at the same time. With reading a self-indulgent joy, it seemed, writing was not a possibility.
I had taken to reading everything a writer had published as a way, perhaps, of knowing them. When I ran out of their works, it was hard to take.
Faulkner died that summer at 64 and I first heard him speak on television. They played portions of Faulkner's Nobel Prize Acceptance Speech and I think it is his most important work. As a writer, I take it to heart.
When I first lost my ability to read, this was the first recording I acquired.