AN ARCHIVE OF ORIGINAL LETTERS FROM KURT VONNEGUT TO ROBERT POINDEXTER PACE, COMPLETE WITH THEIR ORIGINAL STAMPED, ADDRESSED ENVELOPES. A previously unpublished cache of nineteen substantial letters (

by VONNEGUT, Kurt; [PACE, Robert Poindexter]:

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Original manuscript. 1974-2001.. Penthouse is working on an article about things people think are better than fucking. They asked me, and I told them about eating frozen blueberries from wild bushes in northern Finland. They were like sherbert, and better than fucking anyday. (Letter, January 5, 1978) Here it is Christmas eve again, and I have failed again to persuade a wife that Jesus was born tonight and not tomorrow morning [ ] I ask them: Were the Wise Men wearing pajamas and rubbing sleepers out of their eyes and waiting for the coffee to perk? (Letter, December 24, 1987) I find it painful to read the in-depth truths about my friend John Cheever. I would rather not know. As my life nears its end, I suppose I could write a sort of Movable Feast, but that would be like Captain Kangaroo s suddenly turning into a rattlesnake. (Letter, November 25, 1991) Thank goodness you and Ollie and Phil are still around. Practically everybody I ever cared about is dead now. I never expected to put my own generation to bed. Now the funerals I go to are for their children. (Letter, March 2, 1999) Kurt Vonnegut and Robert Poindexter Pace both grew up in Indiana, attending the same High School (two years apart), and later serving in the military during World War II (Vonnegut s experiences in Europe were later quarried for Slaughterhouse-Five (1969)). The two men didn t meet, however, until after the war when they both found themselves working in the offices of General Electric in Schenectady

• Publisher: Original manuscript. 1974-2001.
• Binding: unknown

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