In which he will be mourned.

VonnegutVonnegut died at age 84 yesterday.

I’m deeply sad. He will always be one of my favorite authors.

The man was brilliant. His works changed the way I think.

The hours I spent reading Vonnegut were among the best of my reading career. Whenever I finished reading him, I wrote like him for weeks afterward. (Steven King once commented after reading Ellison, in the intro to Stalking The Nightmare, that “Milk takes on the flavor of whatever it’s next to in the fridge,” or something like that. I can’t find the quote. The point being that Vonnegut, like Ellison, is the onion to his milk.) As a case in point my bio, a poor example of the craft, was written after I’d been reading Vonnegut and I can always tell when I re-read it. Ha, ha.

“This is a very bad book you’re writing,” I said to myself.
“I know,” I said.
“You’re afraid you’ll kill yourself the way your mother did,” I said.
“I know,” I said.
– from Breakfast of Champions

Death by Pall-Malls. A “classy way to commit suicide.”

RIP.

 

3 Responses to So Long, Kurt

  1. bghead says:

    I’ve got all but 3 or 4 of his books in Cindi’s attic down here in Tejas. Spent a whole spring and summer reading nothing but him. Nice old fuck. Had a pretty good handle on things. Stayed true to himself. God bless him. He’s in heaven.

  2. bghead says:

    Mush, what’s up with your site? When I post a reply I get like…..well….. a bunch of garbage on the screen. ….. you must be doing some construction. I miss you. Sweet dreams.

  3. Mush says:

    What kind of garbage? I can’t duplicate it.