kurt vonnegut planned to give this teaching job at the university of iowa his best shot. as he zoomed across the midwest and early september, 1965 and his son's new volkswagen beetle his six-foot frame pressing against his head, pressing his head against the roofline and it was as a failure or clattering behind him like tin cans tied to the bumper. the ashtrays stuffed with crushed pall mall cigarettes and the windshield with nicotine from his chain-smoking. he had a lot to think about and that will hundred nine lacrosse drive between his home on cape cod and audio city iowa gave him all the time he needed. he was bored by his 20 year marriage to his first love the four merging cox whom he married barely five months after his release from a prisoner of war camp at the end of world war ii. this past summer he had been trying to start an affair with a woman in new york 20 years his junior who in turn was leading four william fox to divorce his wife so they could marry. if this writer job and the respected all u.n. writers workshop didn't suit him, he was going to leave it a