Sublime

As my thesis advisor, the anthropologist Michael Jackson,

fucked-up rich kids. My son the doctor Mark Vonnegut, who wrote a swell book about his going crazy in the 1960s, and then graduated from Harvard Medical School, had an exhibition of his watercolors in Milton, Massachusetts, this summer.

William Gaddis’s The Recognitions,

“…the stammerings of an old man who does not seem to have achieved a full psychic victory over an awkward adolescence…”

He’s a study in contrasts, a rare person who sees little conflict in owning many identities at once.