Mark VonnegutWriting was a spiritual exercise for my father, the only thing he really believed in.
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John Updike was born on April 18, 1932 in Reading, Pennsylvania. He was the son of Harry Raymond Updike, a bank clerk, and his wife Marian (née Welsh), a school teacher. Updike grew up in Shillington, Pennsylvania. Updike attended Shillington High School, where he wrote school papers for class credit.
He showed an early aptitude for writing and won a local poetry contest at age eight. His interest in writing was further fostered by his father, who encouraged him to read the complete works of William Shakespeare
Source: Armageddon In Retrospect
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