Ernest Becker Hmm. The Denial of Death. 1974.
I know that year because it has several reasons for me to remember it.
1. I bought one of my most precious possessions that year. A grandfather clock. The year is embossed in gold so I see it every time I clean the clock.
2. I left my academic position in that year to start my own company.
#2 connects to Ernest Becker.
Ernest Becker was a classic example of the horribleness, and uselessness of being an academic. He spent his whole life shuffling from academic position to academic position.
Working and reworking the same ideas trying to justify keeping his job.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ernest_Becker
Yes he got to write a Pulitzer prize winning book. A Pulitzer gets you $10,000. Not enough to finance a down payment on a house. Won't even buy you a decent used car. There is an Ernest Becker Foundation. Funded by a rich doctor who read and liked the book and, having a lot of money, created a foundation. Why not. Becker himself died a relative pauper.
The book is read by students who then put it into their book shelves and forget about it. When they die it sells for fifteen cents.
His ideas were actually quite pedestrian. Swinburne is 1866. A lot of water under the bridge.
Have I read him? His book used to be on my book shelves but it's not there any more. It must be in those boxes in the back of my garage waiting for me to die.