Michael Pollan
American writer and editor
WORDS ABOUT WORDS
I never go anywhere without packing something to read. I'm pained to be caught on the subway without a book or a periodical, and if by accident I should find myself in so naked a state, I'll commence reading over my seatmate's shoulder — newspapers, potboilers, bibles swaddled in plastic slipcovers — or I'll study the back pages of the tabloids arrayed in front of me, a less-than-perfect medium that nevertheless has been the source of most of what I know about sports. I'll read just about anything, in fact, before I'd even think to glance at the face of the person seated across the car or otherwise engage the parade of humanity before me.
—Michael Pollan, American writer and editor, A Place of My Own, 1997
Posted on December 14, 2000 at 11:08 AM
WORDS ABOUT WORDS
I confess that part of the appeal for me of first gardening and then carpentry were the vast new uncharted realms of print — the countless books and periodicals and mail-order catalogs — these pastimes opened up for my delectation. It is not easy, getting past words.
—Michael Pollan, American writer and editor, A Place of My Own, 1997
Posted on January 22, 2001 at 7:41 AM
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