Chapter 9
TOM WENT OUT to the UNF campus Tuesday afternoon to set up his own schedule for the fall term. The one class he was taking wasn’t mandatory—he simply wanted to take the course. His entire thrust this term would be the completion of his dissertation, which was only a little more than half finished, and he would be having a number of sessions with his advisor. He’d chosen a topic that was near and dear to him: Improvisation—Art Form or Mere Mechanics?
What he had to defend in his dissertation was that while the mechanics of improvisation could be taught up to a point, true improvisation was actually an art form, and if the innate ability was lacking, it couldn’t be learned. He was convinced it was going to be a difficult sell, but in the end, he was confident that his arguments w
