Hairy Business - Third Place, Wallace Prize for Nonfiction
I heard John Reznikoff’s booming voice, reminiscent of a seasoned announcer’s on Antiques Roadshow, before I saw him. He came bounding from the office kitchen in Nike sneakers, looking much younger and livelier than how I’d expected the “father of modern hair collecting,” as he put it, to appear. Forty-six years old, Reznikoff still had hair in all the right places — a respectable amount on the eyebrows, more than average on the arms, and none coming out of his ears; that is, except for the fact he was completely bald.
“I just shaved this yesterday,” was one of the first things he...
