The Colony . It was 1952 and James Jones had just published from Here to Eternity, a huge best seller that had taken the country by storm. His larger-than-life mentor, a formidable Midwest housewife by the name of Lowney Handy, set up a "writer's colony" in Marshall, Illinois, funded in large part by the proceeds of Eternity, to train an odd assortment of No women; members literally copied pages from masters such as Hemingway, Fitzgerald, and Dos Passos; no radios, newspapers, or TV; meals were Spartan; a neophyte from a tent to a barracks-like room if he abided by the rules; mail was scrutinized as in the Soviet Union; about every month members were let loose in Terre Haute for brothel time in Cherry Street and epic toots.
Funny and insightful. I've seen Bowers read many times at Wilkes and he's a scream. Also, a very nice man. I'd honestly say The Colony is probably one of the Great American Novels. (I don't believe there's just one.) This is really well-written and hilarious, but not overdone either. A great coming-of-age novel about an aspiring novelist learning the craft in a kind-of wacky yet inspiring setting. I highly recommend this book!