Probably my favorite living American novelist died yesterday. He was 84, so he was not exactly young. I've read all his novels, probably 5 or 6 times in the case of the ones I really loved. Like Galapagos, Slapstick, Bluebeard, Deadeye Dick, Jailbird and Breakfast of Champions.
I'll probably break one out and read 'em again. I prefered his later stuff, that was more playful in tone, then his earlier, more "serious" stuff, though I don't think there's a single novel he wrote I hated.
Rolling Stone did a nice piece on Vonnegut last year. He hated Bush, as of course all reasonable people do.
I saw him speak once, in the early 90s, at UC Davis.
Ah, Kurt Vonnegut. Dead.
Shoot.
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