One of my cousins got an AUTHORS game for Christmas when we were pre teens. I went to his house shortly after Christmas, and he was showing me what he got. Naturally, he started asking questions on authors; questions such as who wore silver buckles on his knee? I answered, Bobby Shaftoe. Well, he was unable to stump me, and he asked his mother, a school teacher, "How does he know this stuff"? I finally admitted that I had also gotten that game. It was fun, if you could find someone who was interested in playing it. That was my problem; couldn't find anyone who was interested in dead writers.