This was stud-duckery indeed, for at least two members of the class, Christopher Koch of Tasmania and Peter Beagle, youthful pride of Brooklyn, had already published books and might be thought to have a better claim to read. Cowley and got set to read what turned out to be the first chapters of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. Ken plopped himself down at the right hand of Mr. Except for the lovely Joanna Ostrow, protected by her elegant Afghan-a dog, not a Mujahideen-we were all young males. Like stoats in a henhouse, we were poised to rend and tear.
There were about a dozen of us assembled when Ken made his entrance, and he was hardly the only competitive person in the room.
Malcolm Cowley took the fellowship class for the fall semester Frank O’Connor taught us in the spring.
The minute Ken Kesey walked into the Stegner Fellowship Class in Fiction, at Stanford in September of 1960, he made it plain that he meant to be the stud-duck-in today’s parlance, the alpha male.
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