Kurt Vonnegut taught me a lot. Joe Heller, too. They taught me the value of friendship by sharing their hearts when they offered me the opportunity to...
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I cornered Heller after class. An expression of fear widened his eyes after I insisted on accompanying him on the train back to Manhattan to interview him.
As an artist, he dared to write the unthinkable: that it's totally insane to be 22 years old and to see another soldier's half-digested lunch spill in a bloody mess out of his flak jacket after he'd been pulverized by a bomb.
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