This interview with Kurt Vonnegut was originally a composite of four interviews done with the author over the past decade. The composite has gone through an extensive working over by the subject himself, who looks upon his own spoken words on the page with considerable misgivings . . . indeed, what follows can be considered an interview conducted with himself, by himself.
Thursday, March 29
I've grown, over the last few months, the beginnings of concerned; he's started to suffer bouts of malaise. Nothing too regular, or too terrible: mild stomach aches, sore joints, general lethargy. In anyone else, it could be anything, etc. In Chad, I grow attuned to the slightest variation in temperature, to the distracted look behind his eyes when food isn't sitting with him.
Is a serial killer on the loose in Wellfleet? An investigation.
Wednesday, March 28
"I was a member of a fraternity that asked pledges, in order to become a brother, to: swim in a kiddie pool of vomit, urine, fecal matter, semen and rotten food products; eat omelets made of vomit; chug cups of vinegar, which in one case caused a pledge to vomit blood; drink beer poured down fellow pledges' ass cracks... among other abuses."
A clandestine meeting between Western journalists and Hezbollah fighters in a Beirut strip mall.
Lessons learned about Washington from investigating how the “grand bargain” fell apart.
The breathable outerwear industry is at war with Bob Gore—the inventor of Gore-Tex.
Tuesday, March 27
When we form our thoughts into speech, some of it leaks through our hands. Gestures are thoughts, ideas, speech acts made tangible in the air. They can even, for a moment, outlive the speaker.
What hand motions can teach us about language, ethnicity and assimilation.
How life has changed in the neighborhood where Trayvon Martin was killed.
Don’t call them “foodies.”
How a con-man convinced Los Angeles that he was prepared to purchase the Dodgers from the now-bankrupt Frank McCourt.