About

Richard Preston is a bestselling author of 9 books, nonfiction and fiction, whose works reveal hidden worlds of nature and wonder.  His books have been published in more than 35 languages.  Preston is a contributor to the The New Yorker, and all of his nonfiction books have first appeared as articles there.

His awards include the American Institute of Physics science-writing award and the National Magazine Award, and he’s the only non-physician ever to receive the Centers for Disease Control’s Champion of Prevention Award.  An asteroid has been named for him. Asteroid 3792 Preston travels on a wild orbit near Mars, and could some day slam into the earth.

 

Richard Preston’s story:

I was born in Cambridge, Massachusetts, in 1954, and grew up in Wellesley, a suburb of Boston.  As a child, I was shy, and loved books.  My dream was to be a starship colonist heading for Alpha Centauri.

Books

At around age 9, I got into books. Books were an escape from shyness, and they opened doors leading into worlds richer and seemingly more filled with wonders than my suburban New England town.  

In the afternoons I would ride my bike to the town library, where I delved into Mark Twain, Robert Heinlein, Madeleine L’Engle, Ernest Hemingway, Freddy the Pig, Arthur C. Clarke, haiku poetry by the Japanese poet Basho … and I explored science books, especially astronomy.

I’ve been fascinated with the natural universe ever since.

High School

Here’s my first driver’s license, age 16.

My friends and I did a lot of aimless driving around Boston in my beat-up Ford Falcon, occasionally picking up a hitchhiker and gloriously driving the person to wherever they wanted to go.

We went to rock concerts and protests, and listened to music on vinyl records. (I stayed away from drugs.  LSD scared the daylights out of me.)

In high school, my record included indifferent grades and an assault on a teacher during a protest.  I didn’t hurt the guy but I pushed him, and that’s an assault, for real.  I was suspended for weeks, almost expelled, and got something like 25 after-school detentions.  I richly deserved my punishment.   

Despite the trouble, I had some outstanding teachers in high school.  They included Jeanie Goddard, Gerry Murphy, and the late Dr. Wilbury A. Crockett, [link http://www.vqronline.org/essay/mr-crockett] the distinguished high school English teacher who inspired his student Sylvia Plath to write poetry.

College Application

I got rejected from every college I applied to.  Afterward I sent an application to Pomona College.  Pomona rejected me, saying my application was far too late.

After that I made a collect call to the dean of admissions at Pomona.  (In a collect call, you’d ask the operator reverse the charges to the person you were calling—you’d make the person pay for your call.  A collect call cost around $20 back then.)

So I called the Pomona dean of admissions collect.  He accepted the charges.  I said to him, “Do you have a policy where you change your mind?”  

No, the dean said politely.

“What are the chances your policy could change?” I asked.

No chance the policy will chang, the dean answered.

After that I started calling the dean once a week, collect.  It cost him twenty dollars each time I called, but he kept accepting the charges.  “Hi dean,” I’d say.  “Just checking to see if your policy has changed.”  No, it had not changed.

After paying for about five collect calls, the dean told me that the college’s policy had been adjusted with regard to me—but not changed.  In fact, the dean had put me on the college’s waiting list.  Then they admitted me.

Catching Fire

I caught fire intellectually at Pomona College, majored in English, and graduated summa cum laude.  Later, I ran into the dean of admissions and asked him why he let me into the college. “I just decided to take a chance on you,” he said.  One lesson is that (polite) persistance can pay off, and the other lesson is that it never hurts to ask.

After college I went to graduate school at Princeton University, where I got a Ph.D. in English.

Writing Career

While studying for my doctorate at Princeton, I took a writing course  taught by the author and New Yorker writer  John McPhee.  In McPhee’s course I became fascinated with the idea that nonfiction writing can be literature—nonfiction can be artistic, sophisticated writing, writing which is powerful enough to explore any and all aspects of human existence.

The novel, it seemed to me then, is like a cathedral.  It was created by masters and took centuries to build.  If you were to work on the cathedral of fiction today, you might be able to add some pieces of beautiful stained glass to a window, but you would probably not lay the foundations and build the arches and towers.  

Nonfiction narrative, on the other hand, was something that seemed underexplored as an artistic form.  It was terra incognita for a writer who was interested in developing different ways of telling a story.

My first book was a narrative nonfiction book about astronomy First Light, published in 1987.  It is still in print and is considered a sort of cult classic about science.

Today

Today I live in New Jersey, not far from New York City, on a place where I climb trees with my children, for fun.  I do my writing in a small office at our place, and enjoy life with my wife, Michelle Parham Preston, who is working on a book that I think will fascinate readers when it’s published.   We have three children, all of whom are currently involved in writing and publishing.