Kurt Vonnegut is dead, which sucks even more when I remember that Dan Brown and Nora Roberts are still alive. Vonnegut was a great writer not so much because he was a beautiful arranger of words, but because he actually had something the fuck to say. He was cynical and sarcastic and pessimistic about the world in general and humanity in particular, but that was okay because he was also funny as hell. Vonnegut could tell you the world was about to end in a flash of fiery chaos that would leave no soul unconsumed, and have you laughing ‘til you shit your pants over it. And yet he tempered that black, ruthless cynicism with such compassion that he could not only leave you laughing, but encouraged.
Joel Achenbach has a great piece on Vonnegut up this morning at his blog on the Washington Post’s website. Check that out. Have fun wherever you are now, Kurt. We’re sure as hell gonna miss you around here.