Kurt Vonnegut is dead.
My Dad was a huge Vonnegut fan, and I read many of his books as a teenager. I tore through them, sacrificing sleep to finish them. They were easy to read and very rewarding, kicking me face first into terrible, hilarious worlds of awesome beauty and ugliness. He was a man who understood that life could be both sublime and terribly depressing at once, but ultimately his work showed me that creative forces can make it worth living. His wit will not be forgotten anytime soon.
Boing Boing: Link 1, Link 2
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