When I was a horny freshman at Marquette University back in 1967, I read John Barth’s classic The Sot-Weed Factor and was blown away. Barth’s faux-18th Century adventure novel takes its narrator, would-be poet Ebenezer Cooke, into a roll-coaster ride of conspiracies, double-dealing, false-identities, comic sexual situations, and mind-bending intrigues. After having my mind turned into pudding by The Sot-Weed Factor, I immediately turned to Barth’s then current best seller, Giles Goat-Boy. Giles Goat-Boy is a allegory of college being the true representation of the world. It sure made a lot of sense to me at the time. Plus, Giles Goat-Boy is full of sex, another plus when you’re 18. As time went by, John Barth and his work slowly receded from the top rank of Fiction Rankings. Barth’s brand of sardonic Black Humor fell out of fashion. But, decades later, I still remember reading these amazing books avidly.