While I was in Bloomington I made a pilgrimage to the house Ross Lockridge, Jr. was living in at the time of his suicide.
There was a guy standing outside it with a compost bag. Is this 817 South Stull? I asked.
Yes, he said.
Do you get a lot of nuts like me? I asked, showing him my copy of Raintree County.
Occasionally, he said.
Have you read it? I asked.
I tried, he said.