A few weeks ago I brought up author Kurt Vonnegut’s master’s thesis, which was rejected by the University of Chicago in 1947, during a class discussion about anthropological perspectives on time. While I was home I dug up my copy of “Palm Sunday,” where I first read about it, because I think it’s a bit of under-recognized genius.
If there’s any celebrity I could be accused of having an obsession with [and may or may not have gotten an ill-advised tattoo in the honor of], it’s the late, great Kurt Vonnegut.
And I think Vonnegut, himself once a newspaperman, while being lauded as a social critic and humorist, was never credited [...]
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