Kurt Vonnegut, the brilliantly dark comic satirist, died today of brain injuries caused by a fall he took several weeks ago. He was 84.
His writings will live on forever. Cat's Cradle is my favorite, though Slaughter House Five is a close second. His last book, “A Man Without a Country.” a collection of biographical essays was a pretty damn good read too, as was everything else I've ever read by him. He will be missed.
From his Blues for America '07 (January 2006 Sunday Herald):
If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph:
Rest in peace, Mr. Vonnegut.
“We are healthy only to the extent that our ideas are humane.”
Kurt Vonnegut (1922-2007)
"So it Goes."
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