The angst! The A-a-a-a-ngst!!!
There have long been plenty of displaced East Coast and suburban Chicago students in the Iowa Writers Workshop... many of them likely to be - or have been - unhappy in the cornfields. The good news is that since there isn't much corn grown on the U of I campus or downtown Iowa City, they don't need to worry overmuch. Granted, they might become downright depressed near Springdale... maybe even suicidal when traveling between Solon and Mount Vernon... but kept within the confines of Gommorah on the Iowa, I always found them to be content, if not necessarily happy.
Intense arrogance and narcissistic navelgazing has become, de facto, James Hearst's lasting legacy.
Thanks for the insight, lol.
I found the article and this writer to be absurd. This writer wrote another article on a woman WWII war correspondent and somehow tried on the woman’s clothes(?) and then proceeded to write that this woman was “less busty.” Totally loony. Once I read this writer’s piece on Fallaci, I knew there was more lunacy to be found. I have a strange sense of humour.:)
“I had come to trawl through Millers letters, her notebooks from World War II; her negatives, her prints; and finally, in the room that was her bedroom, slip on her wool war-correspondents uniform made on Savile Row shortly before the D-Day invasion. It nearly, but not quite, fit. Her arms were shorter than mine, she was less busty.”