I do not like biographies.
Simply put, I don’t care enough about famous people to want to know their life stories.
However, I’ve found myself drawn to nonfiction recently, namely a return a Bill O’Reilly’s Killing series and a biography on Brett Favre by the esteemed Jeff Pearlman.
A biography on Brett Favre?
I know, I just said I do not like biographies, but I made an exception for Pearlman’s book, as I received the book as a gift from his nephew, a student whom I teach.
Not one to ever turn down a gift, I opened up to the cover page where I saw an inscription:
Mr. Chapin, give my nephew good grades.
With a smile and a turn of the page, I was reminded of the almost magical realism of Brett Favre. From the aloofness to the sophomoric humor to the cannon arm, the book brought me back to my childhood where I marveled at this bright-eyed, 20-something-year-old guy winning the Super Bowl in my grandparents’ basement.
While I still do not believe that most celebrities of varying degrees are worth reading about, Mr. Pearlman gained a fan in me. I will be a regular consumer of his work and will begin Sweetness as soon as possible. However, as I told my student in an email I sent thanking him:
I remain a bigger fan of his nephew, the youth who thought enough about his teacher to bring him an unsolicited gift – not to kiss up or improve his standing in class, just because.
And that means a lot to me.
Check the What’s Andrew Reading (under the About tab) or simply follow the link for insight into my tastes, as well as reading recommendations for you and your kids. While on the subject my April 10 post “Reading is Cool” applies as well.