TOPIAS - Time Enough at Last!

Ah the return to literature.

Pure, sweet, undefiled muthos, narrative, story...
And u/dys/mis/his/her/etc. - topias - how cool. The stuff that I loved so much about Jonathan Swift and Samuel Butler and Ray Bradbury and Piers Anthony others, oh... to read the writing of writers again - not just reading what critics and theorists write about the writing.

My literary reading has been overwhelmed by the demands of academic reading - always bullying me away from literature toward "serious reading."
"What are you doing Mr. Nichols? Is that a (gasp) NOVEL? Get back to your Foucault and Derrida and Latour and Deleuze this instance!"
But now - a whole seminar about books!

• Philip K. Dick and Huxley and Forster!
• Science Fiction, Fantasy, Dystopic Futures - material to refresh the starving soul.
• And wonderful people with whom I can discuss books on the first week and the second week and the week after that and the week after that....

And the best thing is that there is time enough at last.
What could possibly go wrong?