Late in life, my mother confessed that she never enjoyed cooking. "But," she said, "I did take satisfaction in serving simple
meals to my family." Well, there's no such thing as a simple meal anymore.
In this wonderfully titled memoir, Mark Vonnegut writes of his college years in the late 1960s: "At Swarthmore I majored in religion with the idea of going to divinity school and then maybe the Unitarian ministry, where I would be a comforter of the sick and disadvantaged but mostly a really good professional arguer who argued against the war and materialism."
