I graduated from Bennington in 1975. At the time, the lit dept was punching way above its weight: John Gardner, Malamud, others. But they were an awful bunch, snooty to beat the band. I'd see Malamud parading around campus once in a while. To a man (and they were all men), they were boffing the undergrads on the side while their wives looked on and smiled uncomfortably. Droit de seigneur. That's how it was.