Photo credit: Christa Paul Nolan
My father, James Nolan, met Tom Wolfe in 1951 when Tom was starting graduate school in American Studies, and Dad was beginning to study medicine. They were across the hall from each other at a boarding house out by the football stadium (Tom's roommate at the time was a German engineering student who had been in the Luftwaffe). Later they'd rent an apartment together. Here Tom is in New York on the boat that took my parents back from their wedding in Stockholm. He and Don Dock had been trusted with Dad's Plymouth to pick them up from Connecticut. They were supposed to wash it, but they ended up in a bar instead. Mom and Dad say that Tom was a quiet Southern gentleman, and an all-around great guy. Dad also says that Tom wrote his Ph.D. thesis in his unique style—and was forced to rewrite it in a more conventional manner. Fortunately, he didn't give it up.