
I met John Updike at a signing at Borders back in the late '90s. He was a consummate gentlemen who handled the crowd effortlessly, signing books for the long line of people who came out to see him. The guy in front of me wanted him to inscribe the words, "To Bill, Get down with your bad self, John Updike," and Updike happily obliged.
Being the semiliterate genre hound that I am, it only makes sense that
Toward the End of Time is the only John Updike novel I've read from beginning to end. Roundly considered a lesser work at best,
TTEOT is set in the future, dismissed by critics as a science fiction oddity, and one of my favorite reading experiences of the '90s. I love Updike's take on the future war between UPS and FedEx, the little electronic creatures that plug themselves into electrical outlets, and the description of the main character's somewhat pathological loneliness. Writing about it here makes me want to take it down and read it again. And, perhaps ideally, I remember how reading it made me want to write.