As I continue my odyssey of Reading Things People Read in High School That I, For Some Reason, Did Not Read, I ponder why some classics are obviously classics and others inscrutably so. This dichotomy is indubitably subjective; in my case, I consider Flowers for Algernon a member of the former category. On the surface this is a simple book with a straightforward story, but there is so much going on here that it’s well…