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cobra! 'n' everybody, I was thinking of a particular story linked-to in an FPP. I found it; it's from a couple of years ago. Seen from this perspective, it's an elegy of sorts.
While you're fuck-crapping, reflect, too, that this was fairly well-lived life that's touched and influenced millions of others, culminating in an inevitable death at a pretty advanced age. We come very briefly to this place and move on; our lives are like the arcs of arrows in flight, with beginnings, middles, and ends. KV did well by us, and I cherish his works and his memory, even bitter as he was in the final years.
Like I wished in the blue: I hope and pray that he got a wonderful surprise last night. He deserved no less.
We were really lucky to have had him among us. I read Slaughterhouse-Five as child, only a few years after it came out, and it was a useful counterpoint to growing up as an immediate offspring of "Greatest Generation" parents who were themselves ambivalent and wistful at times about WW II.
vonnegut was one of my two or three favorite authors. i had always hoped i might get a chance to meet him.
there have only been a few celebrity deaths that really affected me. elliott smith was one, and -- though this is much more natural -- vonnegut's will be another.
I picked up his short story collection Welcome to the Monkey House last night, and heard the news this morning. His stories, strangely, have always given me hope; other people are reading these same stories and connecting viscerally with them, the way I do. Other people are thinking about the world around them, about action and reaction, about the ultimate, perhaps terrible, fate of humanity.
other people are reading these same stories and connecting viscerally with them, the way I do
An important thing to remember. He will be read and re-discovered for a long, long time. He did an incredible amount of good with his time on earth, and has left the world a more thoughtful, richer place.
I loved Welcome to the Monkey House. It's one of my favourite books of all time. I think he is partially responsible for the way I see things today, which I don't think is "normal" when I compare myself to my friends. He also taught me that it's OK not to think like everybody else and that it is a beautiful thing to think of things in ways others don't.
I think my favorites were Cat's Cradle, too, and Monkey House. I also liked the Sirens of Titan for the question it poses: "Do you still think chance is the Hand of God?"
I've been thinking a lot about favorites. I'd go with Mother Night (I think it might be the most profound book of the 20th century, and awfully relevant for the first part of the 21st; you can't turn on a TV without seeing people who'd do well to remember that they are what they pretend to be), Slaughterhouse-Five (doesn't need much more explanation, really), and Hocus Pocus. I know Hocus doesn't get as much love as his older work, but it's a really fun, accessible book, and I can't think of another book that does such a great job of being misanthropic and pessimistic without being a total fucking downer.
Big love for Galapagos, too. It totally blew my mind, and I'm still having an internal debate as to whether the book's right about big brains being an evolutionary dead end (raccoons don't have nuclear arsenals, after all).
If there is actually a personal, Calvanistic-type big ol' beardy God, there's some consolation in knowing that He's getting the ass-chewing of an eternity this morning.
My feelings are so mixed. I'm sad, but . . . what a gift he was, and will continue to be. Ultimately, I can only be grateful that he was here and wrote what he wrote.