Kurt Vonnegut, Junior was an American novelist, satirist, and most recently, graphic artist. He was recognized as New York State Author for 2001-2003.
He was born in Indianapolis, later the setting for many of his novels. He attended Cornell University from 1941 to 1943, where he wrote a column for the student newspaper, the Cornell Daily Sun. Vonnegut trained as a chemist and worked as a journalist before joining the U.S. Army and serving in World War II.
After the war, he attended University of Chicago as a graduate student in anthropology and also worked as a police reporter at the City News Bureau of Chicago. He left Chicago to work in Schenectady, New York in public relations for General Electric. He attributed his unadorned writing style to his reporting work.
His experiences as an advance scout in the Battle of the Bulge, and in particular his witnessing of the bombing of Dresden, Germany whilst a prisoner of war, would inform much of his work. This event would also form the core of his most famous work, Slaughterhouse-Five, the book which would make him a millionaire. This acerbic 200-page book is what most people mean when they describe a work as "Vonnegutian" in scope.
Vonnegut was a self-proclaimed humanist and socialist (influenced by the style of Indiana's own Eugene V. Debs) and a lifelong supporter of the American Civil Liberties Union.
The novelist is known for works blending satire, black comedy and science fiction, such as Slaughterhouse-Five (1969), Cat's Cradle (1963), and Breakfast of Champions (1973)
The Foster Portfolio by Kurt Vonnegut, read by LeVar Burton.
I agree with him, it’s sad Herbert can’t be himself and true to who he is with his family, but I’m glad he has that outlet to express himself and for three nights a week, he can be himself. 4, bittersweet, stars.
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As read by LeVar Burton on his podcast “LeVar Burton Reads” ep Jan 17, 2023
One of my goals for 2023 is to read more short fiction and LeVar Burton is helping me episode by episode in meeting this goal.
I’m a little late to the Kurt Vonnegut party, but I am learning why his works are regarded so positively by others. His prose is accessible and the plot nearly always hooks and establishes forward momentum early on.
These trends are true in Vonnegut’s short story “The Foster Portfolio.” Vonnegut is honestly masterful at building tension and resentment towards one character and then delivering an epiphany moment to the reader which is able to completely reverse that opinion. He illustrates a vulnerability in the reader towards judgement, and teaches the reader that our judgements are often not sound.
“The Foster portfolio” was published originally in Collier’s Magazine on 9/8/1951 (according to Wikipedia, for what that is worth). Vonnegut was not yet 30 years old at the time of it’s publication. This work of fiction was written by a man whose early life was shaped by World War I, then the Great Depression, then World War II. The contrast in tone between the Great Depression and the optimism of “The roaring 20’s” is stark and beautiful in this short story.
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I viewed this story as an allegory for why people are closeted. Whether that is closeted in sexuality, closeted in hobbies/interests, closeted in political beliefs which oppose the cultural norm. On the one hand, Mr. Foster is pulled by the expectation of being a family man, being a man of the earth, being a man that works hard to make enough to survive so that he may continue to work hard. On the other hand, Mr. Foster is a human being and his joy in life happens to be something that many people were uneasy about for the time period — Jazz clubs, alcohol, dancing, a night out.
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As an author, Vonnegut marks himself among the most reputable. Readers of a dedicated nature & constitution rave of prose that transports the mind of the consumer with a swift ease rarely found in letters. I have opted for Vonnegut’s short stories more frequently in the past couple of years. I seek out more short stories in a bid to broaden my horizons & have found his own to riddle an intrigue inside me that I am not altogether certain I enjoy. It is no secret that writing in short form is a talent, one I will be the first to admit admiring in others with a wishful fancy.
For a short story to succeed one needs to have a very clear idea of the story one endeavours to tell. Vonnegut’s approach to stories adopts a bloated upheaval. The introduction reminds readers that they do not in fact have any real inkling as to where the narration will take them; the author simply asks for our patience as the sentences enumerate phrases into paragraphs. In the case of this story, waiting for a conclusion felt both appropriate & disappointing.
The premise of this story is simple; a man comes into a high & growing monetary inheritance after the passing of his paternal grandfather. Herbert Foster seems utterly uninterested in the money that might come his way when he cashes in the bonds that have been sitting with increasing value, year after year. He lives a very normal life with his wife, Alma, & together they make do with what they have. Readers will be required to invest time & therefore energy into Hebert’s character for this story to carry any weight. As I was listening to this audio format I was brought along without much effort on my part.
Perhaps as a consequence of my passive listening, I found the stakes rather low. Why should I care whether or not Herbert wanted to cash in on the thousands of dollars that now belonged to him? If one is paying close enough attention, one sees the ways in which fast money—quickly acquired—has a tendency to result in a scarcity of rational decisions. That is not to say that the root of all evil is dollar bills. However, one cannot know for certain whether or not Herbert believes that to be true. The reader may certainly pose judgment on Herbert’s course of action—that is, after all, their role.
In essence, one is led to the reveal that Herbert does not want to accept the money for fear of having to give up the secret life he is leading. There are multiple ways of interpreting this decision, none of which are particularly revolutionary. Herbert has married a woman who resembles his late mother in almost incomprehensible ways. Throughout his youth, his mother made sure that Herbert understood that music & passions—the pastimes adopted by his dead-beat father—were out of the question. Herbert was kept under his mother’s thumb & though he felt a longing to hear the melodies of sound play from his fingers, she took away his freedom of music.
It is no great mystery therefore that Herbert lived a life in shadows. The wife that he loved was a simple placeholder for the mother who controlled every aspect of his life. This is definitely a sad state of affairs but it leaves me with no desire to pose judgment. It’s not ideal to lie to your spouse. I do not think that any adult who has put effort into maintaining a relationship should be acting in secret contrary to the well-being of their partner & their relationship as a whole. However, Herbert is no different than any of the thousands of people who have internalized trauma & have no way of understanding how to deal with it.
The freedom that the money would allow him would mean he would need to confess to being similar to his father who abandoned him—this alone would be a huge toll to pay in order to broach the rest of the situation. The weekends away from his spouse allow him the time to be an individual free from the confines of his inner stifles. The reader will need to decide whether or not they believe this to be a worthwhile thing to lie about. Should we omit parts of ourselves for the well-being of our relationships? If we are living fractioned off from the whole, are we ultimately not living authentically at all?
What I found to be tedious about this story is that it is so simple. The simplistic nature of the plot, the moral conundrum, & the pushy greedy longing of a complete stranger render this a tale as old as time. I am not mad at Vonnegut for writing about a man whom we are liable to meet every day; Herbert could be the reader as much as the person who enters the bus after us. The clear approach to this common conundrum may allow readers the opportunity to properly reflect. Would we take a gift that would alter our lives? Would we welcome a change that would require us to transform beyond ourselves?
Whatever our personal philosophy or values, Herbert prefers life as it is. No one is harmed in the aftermath of his decision though, I would wager to say that Herbert harbours a great level of self-hatred to continuously shadow himself among collective society & the person who loves him the most. This leads us back to the original question; Can we be loved, treasured, respected, & present if only a fraction of our person is seen, known, & understood?
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Truly brilliant short story that builds up a clear expectation, makes you super annoyed with the protagonist, you think nothing can excuse his stupidity - he is just a one dimensional boring guy. And then... you feel so sorry for thinking that. In a couple of sentences his deep humanity and complexity are revealed. I loved this trick.
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Cute little story. Seems to be very different from the rest of his bibliography; I thought he was really just a sci-fi author but this one isn't sci-fi at all. This one helped me complete my 2020 ONTD challenge! I listened to it as an episode of Levar Burton Reads.
The story is good but not too special on a first pass but gets better upon reflection. A good character study and I can see myself using Foster as a model to explain a particular type of person.
As a longtime Vonnegut fan, it was honestly just a treat to find something with a linear and coherent narrative that still had some of that underlying magic.