I was trawling the news headlines when I saw that Erich Segal had died, after battling with Parkinson’s for almost three decades. That was actually after I read Steve the Waiter’s tribute to Robert Parker, who died earlier.
Segal is famous for Love Story but I know him from his other books, namely The Class and Doctors. I still have the former (siapa nak? it’s yours) while the latter I gave away almost 15 years ago. I don’t know if that person still has it or not. It wasn’t until much later that I saw his famous movie and read the book as well as it’s sequel Oliver’s Story.
After high school, Doctors and The Class were a couple of the earliest ‘proper novels’ I had read in the sense that they weren’t fantasy or science fiction or Judith McNaught or Danielle Steele. Both his books took place in Harvard, and told the stories of the lives of young individuals and how they made their respective life journeys.
I guess I found the books around the same time I was starting my own journey towards adulthood and loved the themes incorporated in the pages. Then there was Andrew Eliot, a character in The Class who is still my favourite after all these years.
Novels. I’m reading less of them nowadays, preferring works of non-fiction. Maybe it’s to compensate my dependence of fiction on tv…