"kummel and have deep conversations about Plato and Kant while listening to classical music. Or she would spend the entire morning in the bathtub, with bubble-bath up to her chin, reading Proust. If you wanted to talk to her you had to do it in the bathroom."
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Joan's idea of a good time was to go to Child's at 110th Street and Broadway and sip
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Joan Vollmer
Joan Vollmer (February 4, 1923 – September 6, 1951), was the most prominent/important female member in the early Beat Generation. While a student at Barnard College (a private women's liberal arts college in the USA), she became roommates with Edie Parker (later married to Jack Kerouac). Their apartment became a gathering place for the Beats during the 1940s. In 1946, she began a relationship with William S. Burroughs, later becoming his wife.
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