I’m becoming infatuated with the South African novelist J. M. Coetzee. Such spartan prose!
In his third-person memoir, Youth, Coetzee writes about working for IBM’s London offices in 1963.
Even though he worked on the cutting edge of technology, the practice was mind-numbingly dull; much unpaid overtime was required; and when his programming skills were lent in a minor way to the Cold War effort, the job caused him to contradict his personal ethics.
The account contains what must be one of the earliest examples of using a computer to skive:
He also writes of how the odds are sometimes stacked against the aspiring Escapologist: