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...KURT VONNEGUT JR should stains to writing novels, and perhaps Kirkland House should stick to producing musicals. In trying to decry the decaying world of the modern hero by updating The Odyssey. Vonnegut chokes Happy Birthday Wands June with clamsy ploys to manipulate the audience. Broad and almost cliched themes, sheltered and stereotypical characters, and dialogue which through witty is ultimately limp scar the play. Wanda June is a playwright's mangled by better left in the closet...
...forward to the play. Vonnegut admitted that he had toyed for some time with modernizing the Odysses myth because he had found Odysseus homecoming "preposturely cruel" to Penelope. He hoped, he said, to show new insights into Penelope's character. For months Vonnegut fiddled with the play, working and reworking his dialogue and transitions But he couldn't pull off the new ending; the play leaves us lost in the middle of a labyrinth. After the drama's short run of 142 performances. Vonnegut acknowledged the cast had salvaged what they could from the play, and that Wanda June...
...serious" young writer in America. Few novelists are rewarded financially as well as critically. Fewer still make cultural waves. In the '50s J.D. Salinger produced Catcher in the Rye, the Huckleberry Finn for the Silent Generation. Readers in the '60s and early '70s rallied around Kurt Vonnegut's Cat's Cradle, with its "karass," and the casually philosophical "So it goes," from Slaughterhouse-Five. The end of the decade be longed to Irving and Garpomania: a choice of paperback in six delicious cover colors and T shirts reading I BELIEVE IN GARP and BEWARE...
...first to read, and like, the manuscript was an older struggling writer who was teaching there: Kurt Vonnegut. "A dear, dear man," says Irving of his longtime friend, "enormously decent, generous and wise." By this time John was married to Shyla, had a son and was just about making ends meet by bartending in Iowa City and selling peanuts and banners at college football games. In The Water-Method Man, a wily spoof of academe, he offered a forlorn description of the job: "I lug a large plywood board from gate to gate around the stadium. The board is wide...
...first level is so imperceptible it is often mistaken for mere absent-mindedness. This consists of the interjections of a familiar moniker into a conversation where the name is completely irrelevant. Kurt Vonnegut does this all the time: in the middle of a discussion of, say, polo ponies his eyes will suddenly glaze over and he'll shake his head and mutter, "Erooke Shields." This behavior is--poor Kurt--the familiar early symptom of a greater malaise...