Hey Chaucer.  Can I call you Geoff?

I know it’s going to be hard for you to understand my letter. This is 2010 after all, and our language is quite a bit different from when you wrote in what we refer to as the Middle Ages.   

Anyway, I hope you’re doing well on whatever pilgrimage you're on right now. I really just wanted to say thank you for all of your amazing work. Did you know you’re considered by many to be the father of English literature? That’s pretty killer, don’t you think?   

Don’t be bummed out if you hear that your stuff isn’t read as much as books by other authors, like Bill Shakespeare or Stieg Larsson. They have nothing on you, Geoff.  

Of course, I am a fan of The Canterbury Tales. You nailed that sucker, but I really wish you would have finished it. Now that I think about it, maybe you did finish it. Maybe it’s just lost, stuffed away in a rundown monastery in France or England or somewhere like that. If I'm on to something here, can you let me know? I’d appreciate it. Really.  

Like I said The Canterbury Tales are cool, but I really love your dream visions. The Parliament of Fowls and The Book of the Duchess kick ass. And, just between you and me, I also prefer your version of Troilus and Criseyde over Shakespeare’s (if he really wrote it that is).   

I have to run now, Geoff. But please look me up if you’re ever in San Francisco. I know this drag queen who calls herself the Wife of Bath. I think you’d get a kick out of her.  

Thanks again for everything. Write back soon.  -Greg.