A Life in Shreds and Patches, Chapter I: In Search of a Vocation, Part A
In Search of a Vocation I have never felt entirely comfortable in my own time. Most men who have passed the age of seventy, as I have, have lived long enough to seem, and not just to others, fossils from another geological age. I have felt that way not only recently but already as a boy, and when I read Booth Tarkington, his world appeared quite normal. It was MGM musicals, Frank Sinatra, and the YMCA that struck me as bizarre. Even later, when I was trying my best to ape the avant-garde—reading without pleasure the artless productions of the...



