… American lit class today.
She took a look at his Wikipedia page.
In the mid 1950s, Vonnegut worked very briefly for Sports Illustrated magazine, where he was assigned to write a piece on a racehorse that had jumped a fence and attempted to run away. After staring at the blank piece of paper on his typewriter all morning, he typed, “The horse jumped over the fucking fence,” and left.
October 13th, 2011 at 8:22AM
Off-topic: thought you’d be interested in this story about the University of Denver library.
October 13th, 2011 at 11:40AM
if memory serves in one of his essay collections (sunflowers?) he explains how his sister is one of his heroes b/c she didn’t become an artist/painter despite having some talent and getting positive feedback, wouldn’t be bound by that ease.