Head Tale

Dave Margoshes is a Regina-based writer who's originally from the States.  He sent the following anecdote to the Sask Writers listserv and has kindly allowed me to reprint it here.


Since there's been a lot of Vonnegut talk recently, I thought I'd toss this in. I was at Iowa in the late '60s, overlapping with him one year.
I didn't take a class from him, but got to know him a bit at Kenney's bar and other hangouts. He was writing Slaughterhouse Five then and consistently had a sort of shell-shocked demeanour. He had a remarkably
hangdog expression, with huge soulful eyes, much like a basset hound, and was already peppering his conversation with that “So it goes” expression which would become his trademark. One time the workshop
group I was in and his group got together for an extended session – that was the only time I saw him “at work.” He impressed himself on me by the way, after a discusion had gone on for a little while, he would slowly,
mournfully shake his shaggy head, as if overcome by the stupidity (vapidity?) of it all. That silent gesture spoke much louder than any comment he or anyone else could make.



Dave