Vonnegut’s village, and mine

The late Kurt Vonnegut lived in Manhattan as if it were a village in which nobody was a stranger to him, and he arranged his days to increase his chances of running into all sorts of people. He wrote in Technology and Me (Harper’s, September 1996) that he refused to draft his stories and novels on a computer, and typed his rough drafts using a typewriter, then blue-penciled the pages, because it meant he’d have to depend on a typist to produce final drafts.

He’d call his typist to check on her availability, and on the phone they’d digress into the pleasures of idle conversation. Then, needing to buy an envelope in which to mail her the draft, he’d visit the newsstand across the street where, he wrote, “I have to get in line because there are people buying candy and all that sort of thing, and I talk to them.” …continued at Crosscut.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: