A Man Should Know: How to Read

I wasn’t much of a reader as a boy. On the weekends, my father insisted that my brother and I read for at least one hour on both Saturday and Sunday. He would send us up to our shared room, where my older brother, who was more academic than I was, would pore over Encyclopedia Brown novels, while I would only pretend to read, paging through The Boy’s King Arthur because it had cool illustrations.