Introduction.

My introduction ...

to William F. Buckley Jr. was made by Kurt over Thanksgiving break, 1983.

From Nora Ephron's August 7, 1983 New York Times review ...

What Mr. Buckley has written is a contemporary version of the books written by first-generation Americans who came to this country as poor immigrants during the 19th century and flourished in retailing or whatever. Late in life, many of them wrote reflections that were privately published and that possess the innocent vulgarity and love of country that so often combine to make up the sensibility known as nouveau riche. These books work in their modest way because they are American fables, and that, I think, is what ''Overdrive'' is meant to be. A boy born to a small oil fortune grows up to be a man with three homes, five in help, a wife on the best-dressed list and the secure belief that even his preference in peanut butter will be of interest to his fans. His attitude toward life is so cheerful and good-natured - and what's more, he's right about the peanut butter - that it seems almost churlish to point out that it is possible to spend too much time in a limousine. The English used to say, give an Irishman a horse and he'll vote Tory, but never mind.

I would add that the pictures are interesting as well, and provided my first glimpse into what has, ever since, been my dream garage-study (and chair).

CORRECTION...

... it was Christmas break, 1983.