April 2007

So Kurt Vonnegut has ascended to the big slaughterhouse in the sky. I hope it’s one of the Temple Grandin variety. Wouldn’t want Kurt to be uncomfortable.

There’s been a lot written already about Vonnegut’s passing, much of it of the “OMG!!!” and “Vonnegut changed my life” variety. You won’t find any of that here. Nor will I be poorly photoshopping Kurt Vonnegut into some semi-but-not-really wacky location. He deserves better than that. Instead I’m going express my thoughts on his death in a simple and efficient fashion that even dullest of you idiots can comprehend.

Vonnegut > Pynchon