Like a lot of people, I enjoy reading novels and short stories. I only write nonfiction (and the occasional bit of whimsical free verse); but I get pleasure on a more regular basis from fiction. This is a source of some wonderment for me, particularly given that I don’t just feel incapable of writing fiction – which is not surprising for someone of an analytic bent with a background in philosophy; I even find the idea of trying to do it vaguely disturbing and illegitimate.