Montaigne is scarcely a household word any longer; the personal essay is deader than the cat who went splat where the fat lady sat. A curious glance within these covers will discover a passel of reflections with as much commercial viability as the ruptured auto tires stacked in junkyards. Ruminations over the course of a gladsome lifetime they fall into four piles:pure personal essaysintroductions to the faculty literary review Undercurrents traveloguesstudies in the appreciation of fictionall intended as a keepsake of their father for his son and daughter along with any chance soul who might look over their shoulders.