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Meet Stephen Davenport<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

My first full-time job, after graduating from college and then spending two years in the Navy as the Korean War wound down, was as a Wall Street banker. I chose that work because my wife and I wanted to live in NYC and go to theater as often as we could afford, and also because it was an acceptable screen for a young, privileged WASP to hide behind while I wrote the Great American Novel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

By staying up late every night, I managed to produce the most self-indulgent, sophomoric novel ever written \u2013 except by people were actually still sophomores \u2013 and I mean in high school! Somehow, it managed to get the attention of an editor at Doubleday, who wrote me a few pages on how I might rewrite it to make it publishable. But I soon found I could not rewrite it. In the time it took to compose the novel, I had outgrown its premise entirely. So I buried the manuscript under the shirts in my bureau drawer and decided to take some time off from writing to catch up on sleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But I couldn\u2019t sleep. Because now without the novel to think about, I thought about how ardently I didn\u2019t want to get up in the morning and spend the whole day pretending to be a banker. I was amazed that no one caught me out. I would have confessed: this is not me, but that didn\u2019t happen and I was soon promoted up the next rung on the young executives\u2019 ladder. My parents were delighted and relieved. Their son was climbing upward along an acceptable path. But my college friends, when I told them I was a banker, either laughed or looked concerned. Soon I\u2019d own a house in the suburbs, take the train to the City every morning, reading The Wall Street Journal, like a character in a story by John Cheever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I started perusing employment advertising in The New York Times and happened upon one for for a teacher of English and coach of football, basketball and track at a boarding school. The position had come open too close to the beginning of the academic year for the school to have time to interview more than a few candidates. That\u2019s why I got the job. It was one of the luckiest days of my life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For the next three decades I served in Independent day and boarding schools. They all had their own beloved, idiosyncratic cultures like that of the fictional Miss Oliver\u2019s School for Girls. I found that purveying my passion for literature to the still supple minds and hearts of teenagers was all the satisfaction I needed. I never had to ask: Why am I doing this? And besides, I never had to wear a suit!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I didn\u2019t have to do any research for Saving Miss Oliver\u2019s, No Ivory Tower, or The Encampment. Nor for Ninety-Day Wonder<\/em>. I simply lived the life.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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