“In between the beginning and end of the work, I went for a motorcycle ride with my dad. He rode his Harley; I took my Triumph. He said he liked my bike, even if the engine did remind him of a sewing machine. That’s a Harley snob for you. It was a happy ride, following him along his back roads with the sun on my shoulders. I guess I have been cruising his back roads my whole life. I don’t regret it.”

—The novelist Joe Hill, writing about his father, the novelist Stephen King, in the acknowledgements to his new book, NOS4A2.

Nicely done, it seemed to me.