By now you probably know that Kurt Vonnegut has died. Sometimes when someone dies we say "a little light has gone out in the world." Mr. Vonnegut was a great shining beacon. To me, he represented hope, and the type of person who makes the world better by the way he lives. The very definition of humanism.
I can't say much that won't be said for the next week or so, and it's not like this was unexpected--I remember reading his stuff in college, and he was marvelling that he hadn't died already then--but he was my favorite author, and never failed to make me laugh and think at the same time. I think I've read Breakfast of Champions four times.
What a great human being.
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The man was a treasure. There won't be another one like that for a long, long time.
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