It was Gracious night at Brigham*. (As you know, Bob, one of the traditions at Mount Holyoke when I was there was "Gracious", or Gracious Dining, held once a month in the dorms, each of which had its own dining room where we were served (with waitresses) dinner each night. For Gracious we were supposed to dress up nicely for dinner, and we could invite professors and their families to dine with us.) My roommate was a poet herself and was taking Brodsky's poetry class (one I really wish I had taken), so she invited him to dinner, and I as her roommate sat with them.
The next year a Pulitzer Prize-winning poet, Peter Viereck, came a few times to have Sunday brunch with me. I suspect this was largely because he liked getting a free MHC brunch, which are lavish and delicious, but also because he liked discussing science fiction with me. He liked Peter K. Dick, and I was one of the few people he knew who had read Dick.
*Brigham was the name of my dorm my sophomore year.
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Date: 2008-06-27 04:32 am (UTC)The next year a Pulitzer Prize-winning poet, Peter Viereck, came a few times to have Sunday brunch with me. I suspect this was largely because he liked getting a free MHC brunch, which are lavish and delicious, but also because he liked discussing science fiction with me. He liked Peter K. Dick, and I was one of the few people he knew who had read Dick.
*Brigham was the name of my dorm my sophomore year.