He’d gotten the job when he first came to Iowa City because, unlike Oliver and some of his classmates, he didn’t get the good fellowship, and the nonfiction goons across the river had taken all the comp/rhet sections for themselves. The director had looked at him with somnolent pity. “Sometimes, our students have had great luck finding jobs in the area,” she said in what she must have imagined was a helpful tone. “Little things to supplement.” He knew a lot about that word, supplement.
