Kurt Vonnegut 1922-2007
I woke up to the sad story of his death on npr, and somehow I always knew it would be in that manner that I would learn of his death. It was morbid to think of his death and how i would learn of it long before it happened, but I was always hoping to get the chance one day to see him in person before he died. As he was not one to shy away from talking about his own and our own mortality, it was always in the back of my mind that I had a limited amount of time to see him. Unfortunately I never got the chance. It would have been nice, his books played such a major role in the shaping of my adolescent mind, I wish I could have thanked him. I did send him a letter once, but who knows if he got it.
I was never much of a student, I didn't like assignments, especially reading assignments. Don't get me wrong, I love to read, but being assigned something to read left a bad taste in my mouth. So when I was assigned Slaughterhouse-Five my sophomore year of highschool I put the book in my backpack and didn't crack it open. I would listen to what my classmates were discussing about the book and I thought "what the hell kind of book is this? space-travel, time-travel, nazis, and WWII?" It was not easy to follow the discussions. As fate would have it, I forgot to turn in the book when the assigment was over. A few months later, after the burden of being assigned the book was gone, I started to read it. I was hooked. I couldn't stop reading his books, one after another I went through his entire collection of works. He had such an amazing imagination and sense of humor, it changed my perception of the world more profoundly than anything else in my life.
I am so proud that he was from Indiana. My state isn't known for much more than the Indy 500 and the Colts, so I thought it was fantastic that someone whom I admired so much was born, and grew up, less than an hour away. He always wrote fondly about the midwest, dedicating an essay to the midwest titled "To Be A Native Middle-Westerner".
While I am so sad that he has passed, I'm confident that he is actually just unstuck in time and is currently experiencing a very pleasant part of his life. Perhaps he's wrestling with a dog.
The Chicago Tribune's obit
CNN's obit
Cold Turkey a recent essay by Vonnegut on the current state of things.
"He has stalled finishing his highly anticipated novel If God Were Alive Today - or so he claims. 'I've given up on it ... It won't happen. ... The Army kept me on because I could type, so I was typing other people's discharges and stuff. And my feeling was, 'Please, I've done everything I was supposed to do. Can I go home now?' That's what I feel right now. I've written books. Lots of them. Please, I've done everything I'm supposed to do. Can I go home now?'"
Kurt Vonnegut went home. So it goes.