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I wish I’d had a teacher who framed his or her assignÂments as letÂters…
Which is realÂly just anothÂer way of sayÂing I wish I’d been lucky enough to have takÂen a class with writÂers Kurt VonÂnegut or LynÂda BarÂry.
There’s still hope of a class with BarÂry, aka ProÂfesÂsor ChewÂbacÂca, ProÂfesÂsor Old Skull, and most recentÂly, ProÂfesÂsor DroÂgo. Those of us who can’t get a seat at the WisÂconÂsin InstiÂtute for DisÂcovÂery, the Omega InstiÂtute, or the ClarÂiÂon SciÂence FicÂtion and FanÂtaÂsy WritÂers’ WorkÂshop can play along at home, using assignÂments she genÂerÂousÂly makes availÂable in her books and on her Near-SightÂed MonÂkey TumÂblr.
VonÂnegut fans long for this levÂel of access, which is why we are douÂbly grateÂful to writer Suzanne McConnell, who took Vonnegut’s “Form of FicÂtion” (aka “SurÂface CritÂiÂcism” aka “How to Talk out of the CorÂner of Your Mouth Like a Real Tough Pro”) course at the Iowa WritÂers’ WorkÂshop in the mid-60s.
The goal was to examÂine ficÂtion from a writer’s perÂspecÂtive and McConnell (who is soon to pubÂlish a book about Vonnegut’s advice to writÂers) preÂserved one of her old teacher’s term paper assignÂments—again in letÂter form. She latÂer had an epiphany that his assignÂments were “designed to teach someÂthing much more than whatÂevÂer I thought then… He was teachÂing us to do our own thinkÂing, to find out who we were, what we loved, abhorred, what set off our tripÂwires, what tripped up our hearts.”
For the term paper, the eighty students—a group that includÂed John IrvÂing, Gail GodÂwin, and Andre Dubus II—were addressed as “Beloved” and charged with assignÂing a letÂter grade to each of the fifÂteen stoÂries in MasÂters of the ModÂern Short StoÂry (HarÂcourt, Brace, 1955, W. HavÂighurst, ediÂtor).
(A decade and a half latÂer, VonÂnegut would subÂject his own novÂels to the same treatÂment.)
A notÂed humanÂist, VonÂnegut instructÂed the class to read these stoÂries not in an overÂly anaÂlytÂiÂcal mindÂset, but rather as if they had just conÂsumed “two ounces of very good booze.”
The ensuÂing letÂter grades were meant to be “childÂishÂly selfÂish and impuÂdent meaÂsures” of how much—or little—joy the stoÂries inspired in the readÂer.
Next, stuÂdents were instructÂed to choose their three favorite and three least favorite stoÂries, then disÂguise themÂselves as “minor but useÂful” lit mag ediÂtors in order to advise their “wise, respectÂed, witÂty and world-weary supeÂriÂor” as to whether or not the selectÂed stoÂries merÂitÂed pubÂliÂcaÂtion.
Here’s the full assignÂment, which was pubÂlished in Kurt VonÂnegut: LetÂters (DelaÂcorte Press, 2012). And also again in Slate.
Beloved:
This course began as Form and TheÂoÂry of FicÂtion, became Form of FicÂtion, then Form and TexÂture of FicÂtion, then SurÂface CritÂiÂcism, or How to Talk out of the CorÂner of Your Mouth Like a Real Tough Pro. It will probÂaÂbly be AniÂmal HusÂbandry 108 by the time Black FebÂruÂary rolls around. As was said to me years ago by a dear, dear friend, “Keep your hat on. We may end up miles from here.”
As for your term papers, I should like them to be both cynÂiÂcal and reliÂgious. I want you to adore the UniÂverse, to be easÂiÂly delightÂed, but to be prompt as well with impaÂtience with those artists who offend your own deep notions of what the UniÂverse is or should be. “This above all …”
I invite you to read the fifÂteen tales in MasÂters of the ModÂern Short StoÂry (W. HavÂighurst, ediÂtor, 1955, HarÂcourt, Brace, $14.95 in paperÂback). Read them for pleaÂsure and satÂisÂfacÂtion, beginÂning each as though, only sevÂen minÂutes before, you had swalÂlowed two ounces of very good booze. “Except ye be as litÂtle chilÂdren …”
Then reproÂduce on a sinÂgle sheet of clean, white paper the table of conÂtents of the book, omitÂting the page numÂbers, and subÂstiÂtutÂing for each numÂber a grade from A to F. The grades should be childÂishÂly selfÂish and impuÂdent meaÂsures of your own joy or lack of it. I don’t care what grades you give. I do insist that you like some stoÂries betÂter than othÂers.
ProÂceed next to the halÂluÂciÂnaÂtion that you are a minor but useÂful ediÂtor on a good litÂerÂary magÂaÂzine not conÂnectÂed with a uniÂverÂsiÂty. Take three stoÂries that please you most and three that please you least, six in all, and preÂtend that they have been offered for pubÂliÂcaÂtion. Write a report on each to be subÂmitÂted to a wise, respectÂed, witÂty and world-weary supeÂriÂor.
Do not do so as an acaÂdÂeÂmÂic critÂic, nor as a perÂson drunk on art, nor as a barÂbarÂian in the litÂerÂary marÂket place. Do so as a senÂsiÂtive perÂson who has a few pracÂtiÂcal hunchÂes about how stoÂries can sucÂceed or fail. Praise or damn as you please, but do so rather flatÂly, pragÂmatÂiÂcalÂly, with cunÂning attenÂtion to annoyÂing or gratÂiÂfyÂing details. Be yourÂself. Be unique. Be a good ediÂtor. The UniÂverse needs more good ediÂtors, God knows.
Since there are eighty of you, and since I do not wish to go blind or kill someÂbody, about twenÂty pages from each of you should do neatÂly. Do not bubÂble. Do not spin your wheels. Use words I know.
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McConnell supÂplied furÂther details on the extraÂorÂdiÂnary expeÂriÂence of being Vonnegut’s stuÂdent in an essay for the BrookÂlyn Rail:
Kurt taught a Chekhov stoÂry. I can’t rememÂber the name of it. I didn’t quite underÂstand the point, since nothÂing much hapÂpened. An adoÂlesÂcent girl is in love with this boy and that boy and anothÂer; she points at a litÂtle dog, as I recall, or maybe someÂthing else, and laughs. That’s all. There’s no conÂflict, no draÂmatÂic turnÂing point or change. Kurt pointÂed out that she has no words for the sheer joy of being young, ripe with life, her own juiciÂness, and the promise of romance. Her inarÂticÂuÂlate feelÂings spill into laughÂter at someÂthing innocuÂous. That’s what hapÂpened in the stoÂry. His absolute delight in that girl’s joy of feelÂing herÂself so alive was so encourÂagÂing of delight. Kurt’s enchantÂment taught me that such moments are nothÂing to sneeze at. They’re worth a stoÂry.
via Slate
RelatÂed ConÂtent:
In 1988, Kurt VonÂnegut Writes a LetÂter to PeoÂple LivÂing in 2088, GivÂing 7 Pieces of Advice
Kurt Vonnegut’s 8 Tips on How to Write a Good Short StoÂry
Kurt VonÂnegut Urges Young PeoÂple to Make Art and “Make Your Soul Grow”
Ayun HalÂlÂiÂday is an author, illusÂtraÂtor, theÂater makÂer and Chief PriÂmaÂtolÂoÂgist of the East VilÂlage Inky zine. Her play ZamÂboni Godot is openÂing in New York City in March 2017. FolÂlow her @AyunHalliday.
