One of my favorite authors in high school was Kurt Vonnegut who died yesterday. He, along with Joseph Heller, Richard Brautigan, and John Barth, were among the assortment of quirky writers whose books my arty and alienated group read and then passed around to each other. It has been a long time, but I still have my well-thumbed copies of Cat’s Cradle, Welcome to the Monkey House, God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater, The Sirens of Titan, and Slaughterhouse-Five on my bookshelf.
So it goes, Mr. Vonnegut. So it goes.