Kurt Vonnegut died yesterday. So it goes.
Writer, artist, idealist, skeptic, satirist, humanist and master of deceptively simple prose in service of a mighty imagination.
He was much more eloquent than I am, so here he is:
“Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae.”
“One of the few good things about modern times: If you die horribly on television, you will not have died in vain. You will have entertained us.”
“Thanks to TV and for the convenience of TV, you can only be one of two kinds of human beings, either a liberal or a conservative.”
“There is a tragic flaw in our precious Constitution, and I don’t know what can be done to fix it. This is it: Only nut cases want to be president.”
“Life happens too fast for you ever to think about it. If you could just persuade people of this, but they insist on amassing information.”
On the bombing of Dresden, which he witnessed as a prisoner of war and which was central to his book ‘Slaughterhouse Five’:
“…only one person on the entire planet benefited from the raid, which must have cost tens of millions of dollars.The raid didn’t shorten the war by half a second … only one person benefited – not two or five or ten. Just one. … Me. I got three dollars for each person killed. Imagine that.”
He pretty much hit the nail on the head in revealing the cartoon in life. I’ll miss him.