A is for Atwood, who thinks we like squids.
B is for Burgess, whose droogs live by their ids.
C’s for Chabon, who won genre acclaim.
D is for Dollars, which are part of this game.
E is for Eastwick, with its witches and wit.
F is for Ford, whose collections were split.
G is for Gardner and the narrative dream.
H is for Huxley and his future extreme.
I’s for Ishiguro, who we’d never let go.