On the contrary, that was my dip into the famous author list. A big mistake, I’d say. I tried it because it gets exhausting finding something different and good. So thought maybe a few famous authors wouldn’t hurt. But after reading these, and then reading Cixin Liu, Ursula K Le Guin, and a book called Embers by Sandor Marai, I’ve come to realize that I don’t care who the author is as long as the book is good. I used to think this latter thing only. Just thought maybe I should go a little mainstream. Whether it was a misguided attempt, or it failed because I read terrible authors, the conclusion is that I’ve left that path.