J. P. P. Pofus is a retired English teacher and still
technically a Roman Catholic deacon, though he was never much better at it than
the deacon in this book; he was never an astronaut. He loves the Yahwist,
Homer, Vergil, Matthew, Mark, Luke, John, Dante, the Gawain poet, Julian of
Norwich, Chaucer, Shakespeare, Cervantes, Milton, Goethe, Dostoevsky, Kafka,
Joyce, C.S. Lewis, and Bugs Bunny. He lives with his wife, who is not dead, the
two of them surrounded by grandchildren. He prays every night that God will
forgive him for everything, including the worst parts of Treee.