In the 1950s, polymath Connie Converse recorded songs in her apartment that the American public met with silence. Then she disappeared.
Connie Converse’s Time Has Come
Howard Fishman | The New Yorker | November 21, 2016 | 1,747 words
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In the 1950s, polymath Connie Converse recorded songs in her apartment that the American public met with silence. Then she disappeared.
