Kurt Vonnegut has passed on. He has been my favorite writer for many years and a huge influence. I'm actually currently reading God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater, a novel that reminded me why I love his work so much. In the book,our protagonist, Eliot Rosewater, is a man born into affluence who prefers helping common people as opposed to living in wretched excess, and he's the one people consider insane. Imagine that.
This is really sad news. The man brought us such classics about the human condition:
- Slaughterhouse Five: The novel everyone first mentions when they talk about Vonnegut, and yet not his best work, IMHO.
- Breakfast of Champions: Absolutely one of his best. At the end, Vonnegut himself enters the story and reveals to his character that he, as the writer, controls the character's destiny. I still remember the scene, as the character runs after Vonnegut, yelling "Make me young."
- Cat's Cradle
- Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
- Timequake: Pure concept. Absolutely wonderful.
- Deadeye Dick
- Sirens of Titan
- Palm Sunday
And so many others. Sigh. First Hunter Thompson, and now Kurt Vonnegut.
God Bless You, Mr. Vonnegut.