Jacquie's Email: Hello Literary Ladies! It feels like a year since we've been together, and what a year it has been already! There's something about avoiding the news that just makes me want to curl up with a good diverting and soul-nourishing book, which I did! Ann Patchett's Annotated Bel Canto was the perfect book for soul-nourishing, and I'd highly recommend it. What's so much fun, besides re-reading a gorgeous favorite, is you're not reading alone. Ann is right there beside you, enjoying the very best passages, explaining where she was when writing certain bits, what her inspirations were (“I called my friend Renee Fleming...”), and editing out unnecessary words so you don't have to. She hysterically admonishes herself for bad metaphors, long descriptions that could have been better expressed with fewer words, and repeated descriptions to the point of ridiculousness, (i.e. hair smells: “...alas.”) And being able to hold her hand as you brace for that shocking ending, well, it's quite an experience.
Apologies if I have taken advantage of my role as corresponding secretary and a captive audience to gush about my latest favorite read. (And I also apologize to those who would have named Bel Canto as a book they haven't read in Joanna's Books I Haven't Read Game.)
I am actually writing to remind you all that the first meeting of 2025 of the Literature Club of Hastings-on-Hudson will be this Wednesday, January 8th, at Kathy Sullivanʼs art-filled home. We will gather at noon for a good chat and whatever-we-are-now-calling-the-refreshments-served-by-our-hostess. Joanna will ring the bell at 1PM for our meeting after which Diana Jaeger will be presenting on the letters of Kurt Vonnegut.
I also wish to remind all of our Associate Members that you are invited to each and every one of our meetings. We would love to see you, join us in conversation, and enjoy our marvelous presentations together. Sharing is what our Club is all about and you are most welcome. All we ask is that you let our hostess know that you are attending so they can be sure to put out the correct number of chairs. You can contact the hostess directly or write to me and I will let them know you are coming.
Unfortunately, I will not be able to make this week's meeting. I'm so sorry to miss all of you as well as Diana's take on the Vonnegut letters. I read his love letters and found them charming and surprising. Thank goodness I have Christineʼs minutes to look forward to for the re-cap!
I also look forward to seeing you all on the 22nd. Have a glorious meeting! Love you madly! Jacquie

Christine's Minutes On a chilly January 8, 2025, ten members and two associates, including the elusive Mary Lemons, gathered at Kathy Sullivan’s warm and cozy house. While this secretary has resolved to cease mentioning food in these minutes, this resolution must be broken for the Sinclair Lewis Main Street Chicken Salad, a winner in both culinary and literary circles. And while we are breaking resolves, the pastries from Hastings new patisserie, Aromé, were beautiful and delicious.
For better or worse, the $60 million bond currently proposed by the Hastings School Board dominated the pre-meeting chatter.
Members recommended some books:
The Mighty Red, Louise Erdrich;
The Talented Mrs. Mandelbaum, Margalit Fox;
The Bad-Ass Librarians of Timbuktu, Joshua Hammer;
The Best Minds, Jonathan Rosen (about a murder in Hastings);
Year of the Child, Niall Williams;
Enlightenment, Sara Perry.
Absent both our President and Vice-President, Connie valiantly stepped into the breach and ably saw that things did not fall apart, the center did hold. She rang the bell—yes, even a substitute bell was procured—and thanked Kathy for our excellent repast.
The minutes of our previous meeting were read and accepted.
The treasury remained at a respectable $248.06.
There being no other business, we proceeded directly to our program of the day, Diana Jaegar’s presentation on the
Letters of Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.It was mere serendipity. Last year Diana came upon a collection of Vonnegut’s letters from the 1940s to the 1970s, edited and introduced by Dan Wakefield, and thereupon decided on her topic.
On November 11, 1922, Vonnegut was born into a large and prosperous family, the youngest of three children. His father, Kurt Vonnegut Sr, was a prominent architect, and his mother was heir to a local brewery. But then came the Depression and Prohibition, and the family fortunes changed for the worse. They had to sell their home, and young Kurt had to leave his private school. His mother became addicted to alcohol and drugs, and upon her death, Kurt Sr moved to a cabin in the woods. Clearly, Vonnegut’s lifelong struggle with depression did not fall far from the tree.
But he did do well in school and went to Cornell. His father and older brother wanted him to study something useful, but his heart wasn’t in biochemistry. He loved journalism and became managing editor of Cornell’s daily student paper.
The summer after his freshman year, Vonnegut reconnected with some old friends, including Jane Cox. They shared a passion for social justice, the arts, and each other. But then off she went to Swarthmore—and we have this separation to thank for the tonnage of effusive love letters, “Dear Woofy, darling, sugarfoot, sweet, angelface.” He asked Jane to marry him (repeatedly) and said he wanted to have seven children with her.
But then in 1943 he enlisted in the army (better that than being drafted). Basic training was a mere 35 miles from home, a car, and thus visits to Jane Cox. In May 1944, Kurt and his sister found their mother dead; she had committed suicide.
When Kurt next proposed to Jane, she again said no, BUT agreed to wait for him when he went off to combat. He was sent to Europe in December of 1944 and fought in the bloody Battle of the Bulge. As an advance scout on the front line, Vonnegut and his group were quickly captured by the Germans and sent to Dresden as POWs. By sheer luck, the POWs survived the Allied bombing because they were housed in an underground meat locker and slaughterhouse. It was this experience that led to his masterpiece,
Slaughterhouse-Five.
In 1945, Kurt and Jane married and moved to Chicago. When Jane became pregnant, Kurt realized he would have a family to support, and with his brother’s help, he got a job with GE in Syracuse. But he kept writing. Jane was a huge supporter of his work, and did almost everything for him, except typing his manuscripts.
For his first short story, “Report on the Barnhouse Effect,” Vonnegut was paid $750 by Collier’s. His next story sold for $950, and he was soon able to quit his job and move to Cape Cod. Then came more children, and the books. His first novel,
Player Piano, was published in1952 and sold well. Still, he was always needing to make more money. When his sister’s four boys were orphaned following their parents’ very untimely deaths, Vonnegut drove to New Jersey, collected the four boys. They raised the three oldest, while the youngest went to relatives in Georgia.
Vonnegut kept writing novels, including
Cat’s Cradle and
God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater, with limited financial success. There was a brief and fruitless attempt at managing a Saab dealership. In the mid 1960s, at a low point in his writing career, Vonnegut received an offer to teach at the Iowa Writers Workshop. It was a saving grace. Though he did have an affair with a student, Loree Rackstraw, and single mother and writer, and they remained friends for life.
Then came a Guggenheim fellowship, a teaching post at Harvard, and
Slaughter-Five. Kurt was 47 years old, and this was his first major success, and the source of “So it goes.” In 1972, a film version was produced. By then Vonnegut was one of the most famous writers on the planet. But at home, things were falling apart. In 1971, he left his home and his marriage, moved to New York, and suffered from writer’s block. His next two books,
Breakfast of Champions and
Slapstick, addressed the theme of the disintegration of families.
While being photographed during the production of his play
Happy Birthday, Wanda, Vonnegut met Jill Krementz, the famous photographer. By 1973, they moved in together, and in 1977 they bought a house in Sagaponack. It was a tumultuous marriage, but they stayed together because of their adopted child, Lily, born in 1982.
Vonnegut stayed busy, working for PEN and always speaking out for writers’ freedoms. He died in 2007, after falling on the steps of his New York brownstone.
Diana treated us to a wide and entertaining selection his letters, starting with Vonnegut’s love letters to Jane Cox, then his letter outlining his promises to do better as a house-husband; we also read letters to his father, and war-time letters about his experiences at Slaughterhouse Five; some letters were filled with good advice for young friends and writers; there were several letters to his children, as well as the ACLU. He never stopped being fully engaged and engaging. It was a wild ride, and a lovely afternoon. “If this isn’t nice, what is?”
Respectfully submitted,
Christine Lehner, Recording Secretary