Campus Tramp

<p><em>From the author:</em></p><p>There’s a song they used to sing at Antioch College and it went something like this:<br /><br />“She was just a little freshman<br />Victim of Admission’s whim<br />Then she met an upperclassman—we won’t name him—<br />And she had a child by him.<br /><br />“Now he’s off in New York City<br />Rescued by the co-op plan<br />While she walks the streets of Yellow Springs Ohio<br />Looking for another man.”<br /><br />Ah they don’t write ‘em like that anymore and it’s not hard to see why. And the sad story recounted in the song is not entirely unlike that of Linda Shepard titular (so to speak) heroine of CAMPUS TRAMP.</p><p>The story of the book may be more interesting than the story told in the book. I wrote it in July of 1959 at the Hotel Rio on West 47th Street in New York. I’d just arrived from yes Yellow Springs having spent a year writing books for Harry Shorten editing the college newspaper and giving short shrift to my academic studies. (This was my third year at Antioch. I was there for two years took a year off to work at a literary agency and then came back only to discover that having seen Paree you couldn’t keep me down on the farm. I tried to drop out during the first semester got manipulated into staying by my parents and somehow finished the year. Now I was in New York where I was to spend the summer writing before returning for what was supposed to be my last year of school.)<br /><br />Well. My agent came up with an assignment. William Hamling publisher of science fiction and Rogue Magazine had decided to initiate a line of erotic novels similar to what I’d been writing for Midwood. Could I write one?<br /><br />I could and did and thought it might be amusing to use Antioch as a setting and to choose the characters’ surnames from the buildings and dormitory units on the Antioch campus. I picked the title CAMPUS TRAMP and sent it off and they liked it well enough in Hamlingville (that would be Evanston Illinois IIRC) to ask for more.<br /><br />Not long after I’d finished the book I got a letter from Yellow Springs. The Student Personnel Committee having taken a long look at my academic performance advised me of their decision that I might be happier elsewhere. I thought this was very perceptive of them that I would indeed be happier almost anywhere else and the passive-aggressive lout I was at the time found this an ideal resolution to a situation I seemed incapable of resolving on my own. Their letter had left the door slightly ajar if not wide open; I sensed I could talk my way back in but why?</p><p>Then CAMPUS TRAMP came out and a copy or two made it all the way to Yellow Springs and a legend sprang up. I’d written the book as payback it was said a way to revenge myself upon the school that had expelled me. Now when I’d written CAMPUS TRAMP I’d still thought I was to return in the fall. And I was if anything profoundly grateful to the school for having cut the umbilical cord and sent me out into the world. No end of people knew better even as they were sure they knew who the models were for the various characters—but that happens all the time. But never mind. One recalls the newspaperman’s line from THE MAN WHO SHOT LIBERTY VALANCE: “When the legend becomes fact print the legend!”</p>