April 11, 2007
Kurt Vonnegut, so it goes
There are very few authors whom I hold in high esteem. Who manage to keep me rapt with their ideas, their wit, and their masterful use of language.I'm a bit of a snobbish ass in that regard.
But I read Kurt Vonnegut. With a vengeance.
I used to posture, refusing to read many living authors--claiming there was too much good literature written by those who had come before, those who were no longer around.
Vonnegut was one of the few exceptions.
I read everything he wrote. Over and over. And I learned something new, each time.
The simple, short--and sometimes crude--prose belied the genius of the works. The man had a gift for brevity I will never even comprehend, let alone achieve.
Recurring characters became like old friends. Kilgore Trout. Eliot Rosewater. Those Tralfamadorians.
Thank you for sharing that wonderfully esoteric world of yours, Mr. Vonnegut. You will be sorely missed.
So it goes.
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Kurt Vonnegut, so it goes
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