Posted by: McQ on Thursday, April 12, 2007 A line from Slaughterhouse Five as I recall. Kurt Vonnegut has died. I enjoyed his writing (not half as much as my son did - he's read every word Vonnegut ever wrote) and it challenged me. I'm not sure if there is a better epitaph for an author. The man made me think in his own way. He was a wordsmith, experimenter and once you got used to him, an absolute joy to read. While there were many of his themes with which I didn't agree, that didn't stop me from just marveling at the way he presented them. I'm reminded of the same feeling I have when I read Camille Paglia. We don't agree on much, but we do agree she can write. Same with Vonnegut. “Mark Twain,” Mr. Vonnegut wrote in his 1991 book, “Fates Worse Than Death: An Autobiographical Collage,” “finally stopped laughing at his own agony and that of those around him. He denounced life on this planet as a crock. He died.”My guess is "crock" may also have been Vonnegut's last word. RIP Kurt. |
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