Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book

Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—I was on a vacation with my family, and—having little or no money in my purse—our recreation consisted of day trips to corners of New England that were unfamiliar to us, but close enough to not require a hotel. On the drive back from one of these we stopped in at a roadside second-hand store, and it was here that I purchased, for the princely sum of seven dollars, a 1943 edition of the card game Authors.

My copy of the “Salem Edition” of Authors

Authors had been a favorite game of my youth for a few years around 1975. If you are unfamiliar with the game, it’s basically Go Fish with a literary coat of paint. As in Go Fish, players attempt to make melds of four by asking opponents if they hold missing cards of the set they are collecting—but instead of collecting cards of the same rank, one collects cards bearing the titles of works by an author—e.g. for the Shakespeare set, you would need cards for Hamlet, Romeo and Juliet, Julius Caesar, and The Tempest. Thus, by familiarizing players with the works of Twain, Stevenson, Hawthorne, and Alcott, the game had a veneer of culture and respectability, which was probably a plus in the eyes of my mother, whose own parents forbade playing cards in the home, as these tools of the devil led inevitably to gambling.

Not my copy, but the 1960’s–70’s edition of Authors from my childhood

I was charmed to see that the 1943 cards had the same design as those from the 1970’s. Most legacy games go through major re-designs every decade or so; look at all the various editions of Clue, for example. However, the illustrations from my Parker Brothers set (1943) were not only included in the Whitman edition (first published in 19511 and in various editions through the 70’s), but also by a later edition published by U.S. Games Systems (1986) with the last version using these designs (at lest, the last I could find) printed in 1996.

First edition (probably), Whipple & Smith, 1861

This isn’t to say that these were the original set of illustrations, or even the original selection of authors. The first version of Authors was published in 1861 by the Salem, MA company of Whipple & Smith, and its cover featured American short story writer Washington Irving and (checks notes), um, British poet Thomas Macaulay?

If you search for the creator of Authors you may find a credit for Annie W. Abbott and a date of 1843, fully 18 years before the game was first published. This confusing chronology is because Ms. Abbott created a card game called Dr Busby which had almost exactly the same play as Authors, except instead of collecting sets of four books, players collected cards representing members of four fictional families. Stewart Culin, writing in The Journal of American Folklore  in the July–September, 1893 issue, claimed that Dr. Busby was retooled into Authors by an unnamed Salem man2; I have also read the claim that Abbott herself was responsible for the new game. But whomever was responsible, both Authors and Dr Busby are based on Go Fish, whose origins are murky, but which may have come from ultimately from the Italian game Andare e piscere in the 15th Century.

It’s everyone’s favorite game, Dr. Busby

Wherever and whenever Authors came from, other publishers soon began to publish their version of the game, with differing selections of authors in a variety of formats. In my earlier essay about Parker Brothers’ game design in the 1970s, I referenced Philip Urbanes’s 2004 book The game makers: the story of Parker Brothers from Tiddledy Winks to Trivial Pursuit, which I thought might fill in some details for this essay. Unfortunately, Urbane discusses Parker Brothers’ initial publication of Authors only in passing, noting that around 1870 to 1890, the company began publishing existing games that they did not originate; Authors was one of these (copyright wasn’t the same back in those days).

Parker Brothers was headquartered in Salem, MA, the same as Whipple & Smith and (as mentioned) where Authors was originally conceived; some combination of these facts no doubt led to naming the 1943 version of the game the “Salem Edition.” Parker Brothers distinguished its versions from the competition with high-quality illustration and state-of-the-art reproduction, and sold several versions at the same time, with names like “the Nickel Edition,” and “the Petite Edition De Luxe.” Even the game’s title varied on the cover of different editions, from The Game of Authors, to Great Authors, to Household Authors, which is my favorite because it implies that every good home should have a stock of writers3.

Early Parker Brothers’ editions, c. 1870, c. 1893, 1897, 1910

The Salem Edition (my edition) seems to have been the first to use the familiar illustrations, which are unfortunately unattributed. Unless somewhere there are archives still extant that contain correspondence or billing from the 1940’s, the artist has been lost to time. However, they appear to be the work of one hand, or perhaps a few artists working under close direction. Even though they are remarkably of a piece with one another, there are some odd variations to note. While all seem to have been painted in watercolor over an underdrawing, some are noticeably darker, such as the Robert Louis Stevenson portrait, which has heavy shadows painted with opaque colors, possibly using gouache.

Some of the portraits

The level of detail varies, probably owing to the source material being copied; this material would have included photos and engravings of the authors, as well as earlier versions of the game. About half have a highly painterly background of washes in blue, green, and yellow; the others are presented on flat white. And one portrait, that of John Greenleaf Whittier, has an entirely different ground treatment which almost resembles airbrush.

Thackery and Whittier portraits

Wait, John Greenleaf who now? This edition contains two authors that were cut from the deck when the designs transferred to Whitman publishing: William Makepeace Thackery and John Greenleaf Whittier. The English Victorian Thackery is still read today, primarily for his novels Vanity Fair and Barry Lyndon. The American Quaker abolitionist Whittier, however, is not a name you will know unless you study 19th Century American literature, and then only as an example of a poet who was popular in his lifetime, only to fall into obscurity when his earnest, moralizing style failed to resonate with 20th century tastes. It’s not surprising that editions of Authors reflect the forever evolving literary canon. The Rare Book School at the University of Virginia had an exhibition of Authors cards in 2025 that focused specifically on the writers who have come and gone through many, many versions over the last 150+ years.

The novelists, playwrights, and poets selected for the 1943 portraits are mostly Victorian, with the most recent work referenced being Mark Twain’s The Mysterious Stranger (1916)4. Looking over the assortment of writers, it’s impossible not to note that they are all American or British, white, and—save for the exception of Louisa May Alcott—male. Aside from this chauvinism, it’s also interesting that for a game published in 1943 there were no Modernist authors—this was the era of Hemingway, Faulkner, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Fitzgerald, Eliot, etc. Probably the choice was in part set by earlier versions of the game. And perhaps there was an editorial decision to avoid living writers. Whatever the criteria, the game’s roster of authors is stodgy, academic, and leans heavily on sentimental and Romantic writers.

All of this was lost on me as a child when I played the game. I assumed that the authors selected were, in fact, the greatest and most important names in literary history, and for many years I kept the titles on the cards tucked away in my memory. This was my first brush with the idea of a canon, and I found it appealing because it implied that great books were finite and that it would be possible to read them all, and then I guess I thought you would be done. These days I’m less inclined to think this way, although I do have a podcast about the subject.


My copy of the 1943 edition has a few interesting features. It has it original rule sheet, beautifully block printed in a variety of typefaces, including a midcentury geometric sans-serif font that closely resembles Futura. This sheet calls the game “PARKER BROTHERS’ IMPROVED GAME OF AUTHORS” and declares that it is the “BEST EDITION.” My favorite passage of these rules comes at the end, where it lists “other PARKER GAMES” which include Monopoly, Rook, and Camelot, which is noted as: “the most absorbingly interesting of all games of skill, and many times more exciting than Checkers.” I have no idea what the game of Camelot is, but I chose to believe the claims made on its behalf, and I won’t Google to learn otherwise.

The game box also contains a shallow tray of yellow cardboard discs that the rules calls “counters” (with quotation marks). These are to be awarded for each meld a player makes, but with the twist that first three are given, then two, then one, and then back to three, etc. This mechanic seems so tacked-on that my assumption is the discs were cast offs from holes punched in another game that some office manager decided to repurpose. Also in amongst the cards there is a rule card from a later Whitman edition of the game, which is (oddly) far more worn than any of the portraits.

Right, Center: the original rules sheet, front and back; Left top: the “counters”; Left bottom: what are these doing here?

Finally, my copy of Authors also contains both a faded lavender wooden checker and a Scrabble tile of the letter G. These were left mysteriously by its previous owner, and one can only imagine how each contributed to any house rules.


  1. How and why the designs transferred to Whitman is a mystery to me. I know Whitman primarily as a children’s book publisher, particularly for its licensed works featuring Disney characters. ↩︎
  2. Quoted in Kaplan and Miller; see note below. ↩︎
  3. If you are even more fixated on this subject than I am, there is an exhaustive 476-page catalog of every known edition of Authors and ancillary games: The Game of Authors Compendium Stuart R. Kaplan and William G. Miller (2021). ↩︎
  4. This is a peculiar choice. In his final years, Twain wrote several divergent drafts of The Mysterious Stranger, perhaps his most bleak and existential writing ever. The eventual posthumous publication in 1916 was cobbled together with parts rewritten by Twain biographer Albert Bigelow Paine. Contemporary scholars do not ascribe this edition (the one referenced in Authors) to Mr. Clemens. ↩︎

Hoorah for the pumpkin pie

This post is a companion piece to this year’s Thanksgiving Special episode of Sophomore Lit. If you’re not a listener, why not give it a try? But if podcasts aren’t your thing, go read another post on this blog.

This Thanksgiving marks the 10th anniversary of drunken “special” episodes of my podcast, Sophomore Lit, featuring my brothers, Rob and Dan. Sophomore Lit is normally a podcast where a guest and I read a work of formational literature—often one that we were assigned to read in high school, or grade school, or college, but also simply works that young readers read. Then we discuss the work, but with the perspective of older readers. These special episodes with my brothers, however, are purposefully goofy, having as their subject pieces of culture that are obscure, marginal, and in most cases literature in only the loosest sense.

When I started Sophomore Lit, my concept was to humorously dissect the kind of book you only ever read in high school. I got the idea when one of my own kids had to read Lord of the Flies for their English class and I thought about all the books that are largely remembered today as assigned reading. Particularly A Separate Peace, which I think is a very weak novel, but which somehow won the lottery of staying perpetually in print because of high school lit classes. If you listen to the first dozen or so episodes of the podcast (I don’t recommend it), you can hear me trying to strike a comedic tone1. But as the show matured, I realized that my listenership was sincerely interested in discussing these works and nostalgic for the kind of discussion that only happens in the classroom. I remember a comment from a gentleman thanking me because he had never gone to college, but hearing books discussed was a way for him to partake in literary discourse.

As the episodes piled up I became more and more interested in the whole idea of literary canons. I realized that the teachers who taught me had themselves been in high school in the 1960s and 1970s, and the works they chose for their classes reflected Boomer tastes towards counterculture, science fiction, and social change. They were also mostly written by a bunch of white guys. So I started to go out of my way to enlarge the works the podcast covered, to include more women, minorities, non-Americans, and works that were not a part of my canon but a part of Millennial canon, or British canon, or others. I found that I was teaching myself by doing this, and that my listeners were getting exposed to a greater variety of works, and I’m glad for the evolution of the podcast. But in the back of my mind, I still occasionally wanted to do something silly.

Near where I live in Boston there are two streets a block apart called John Alden Road and Myles Standish Road. There is, however, no Priscilla Mullins Road. This amused me for a long time because I wondered how many people who lived on these streets had ever read “The Courtship of Miles Standish.2” I have a soft spot in my heart (and my head)3 for ponderous 19th century poetry—I find it fascinating that writers like Longfellow, Tennyson, or Greenleaf Whittier were the rock stars of their age, and that whole generations of schoolchildren were forced to recite their work for declamation. My father used to quote “The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere” to me all the time. I thought that I should eventually do an episode on “The Courtship of Miles Standish,” because the idea amused me, and because the poem was a card in the Whitman card game Authors that my family had when I was a kid.

Authors card
Whitman Authors card for “Courtship of Miles Standish” c. 1967

Many years ago, in the early 2000’s, Dan had made fun of visiting me for Thanksgiving (or at least a fictionalized version of me) in an episode of his Channel 102 series 9 O’Clock Meeting. So when in 2016 he again came to Boston for the holiday, I decided it was fair game to put him on the spot.

Dan did this series with Matt Koff back in his pre-podcast days.

The characters in “The Courtship of Miles Standish” were all Pilgrims, which sort of made the poem appropriate for a holiday episode, and because we had eaten too much and were slightly drunk I was feeling festive. And to be honest, I try to have Dan on my podcast as much as he’ll put up with, because he’s the internet celebrity of the family and I always hope he’ll bring some of that sweet Flop House listenership along. (I don’t really know what my podcast stats are like, but I suspect they are perishingly small compared to his, which is probably why he’s never asked me to guest on the Flop House4.)

I can’t speak on Dan’s behalf, but I enjoyed recording the episode a lot, and so the next year I wanted to do another. That time my older brother Rob was also visiting, so I invited him to partake. Poor Rob, in spite of being a lawyer and therefore used to arguing in public, was a bit mic shy, but I got him drunk as well. That time we discussed Coleridge’s Rime of the Ancient Mariner, which is bona fide Literature, but also goofy as hell. And when I posted the episode, Jason Snell, the head honcho of the Incomparable Network (my podcast home), made a very nice tweet comparing the three of us to the McElroys, in the sense of being three brothers, not in the sense of being anywhere as funny. And so the Thanksgiving episodes became Sophomore Lit tradition. At least a tradition for me; I guess it became tradition for my brothers to dread my annual pitch for increasingly silly topics. Here’s a full list of all the previous specials:

2024 Comfort Reads
2023 Poor Richard’s Almanack
2022 The Wreck of the Hesperus
2021 Burma-Shave
2020 Trees
2019 Casey at the Bat
2018 Over the River and Through the Woods
2017 The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
2016 The Courtship of Miles Standish

As for this year’s subject of protest songs: the idea came to me from a combination of my memories of Dad playing Alice’s Restaurant on the piano and of my irritation with the smug coyness of the fictional “Mountain People” in One Tin Soldier, who really must take some responsibility for their own demise. And then I threw in Where Have All the Flowers Gone? because of the rule of threes.

I should stress that I have genuine affection for all the songs we discussed. I’m sure that much of that comes from hearing these when I was very young, but a lot of it also comes from admiring their earnestness. By the 1980s a veneer of sarcasm and cynicism covered most of American pop culture, and this was the formative decade for Generation X, so it was sort of inevitable that we would be seen as ironic and nihilistic. But our childhoods were steeped in sincerity, however mawkish, and I like to think that that’s the gooey core hidden under our hard candy shells. Anyway, Happy Thanksgiving.


  1. You can also hear a lot of abrupt audio jumps from me fumbling about in Audacity, trying to correct all my verbal tics. ↩︎
  2. Standish, Alden, and Mullins were all real people who arrived on the Mayflower, but only remembered through Longfellow’s fictional poem. ↩︎
  3. This is not my original joke but I forget where I read it. ↩︎
  4. Hint, hint. ↩︎