And so it goes
Kurt Vonnegut is Dead. I was first introduced to his work when I read “Cat’s Cradle” in high school. I read a bunch of his stuff, and found him to be an insightful author and commentator.
I also found him to be an inspiration to my own writing. He said once that
Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae.
Now there is a man I can admire. I’ll leave you just with this:
I read you died last night and sighed and laughed and though well at least I'd read you your books and heard you talk and had nodded in such agreement with your speeches and your prose and laughed in astonishment at your insight and so it goes but now I sigh again this time in sadness because I did not get to do any of those things with you so now I'll play one of Prokofiev's ballets and dream of the Indianapolis of your youth it is the least I can do.
