Kurt Vonnegut Jr. Dies At 84
At least twenty-two readers took the trouble to make sure we knew that Kurt Vonnegut has died at 84. From the Times obituary: "Kurt Vonnegut, whose dark comic talent and urgent moral vision in novels like 'Slaughterhouse-Five,' 'Cat's Cradle' and 'God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater' caught the temper of his times and the imagination of a generation, died last night in Manhattan... Mr. Vonnegut suffered irreversible brain injuries as a result of a fall several weeks ago, according to his wife, Jill Krementz." Reader SPK adds: "He will be remembered not only as a great writer, but also as a staunch civil libertarian (long-term member of the ACLU) and as a 'mainstream/literary' author who integrated science fiction concepts into his writing. So it goes."
God made mud.
God got lonesome.
So God said to some of the mud, "Sit up!"
"See all I've made," said God, "the hills, the sea, the sky, the stars."
And I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around.
Lucky me, lucky mud.
I, mud, sat up and saw what a nice job God had done.
Nice going, God.
Nobody but you could have done it, God! I certainly couldn't have.
I feel very unimportant compared to You.
The only way I can feel the least bit important is to think of all the mud that didn't even get to sit up and look around.
I got so much, and most mud got so little.
Thank you for the honor!
Now mud lies down again and goes to sleep.
What memories for mud to have!
What interesting other kinds of sitting-up mud I met!
I loved everything I saw!
Good night.
I will go to heaven now.
I can hardly wait...
To find out for certain what my wampeter was...
And who was in my karass...
And all the good things our karass did for you.
Amen.
If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph:
THE ONLY PROOF HE NEEDED
FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD
WAS MUSIC
* Vonnegut's Blues For America 07 January, 2006 Sunday Herald
It's hard to believe that's how Micronians are made. Why don't we see it right now by having you both kiss one another?
Anonymous cowards can be funny sometimes. By way of explanation, here's an excerpt from Vonnegut's book God Bless You, Dr. Kevorkian:
'Being a Humanist means trying to behave decently without expectation of rewards or punishment after you are dead.' - Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (1922-2007)
Going on means going far
Going far means returning
Heheheh, it's the favicon for his page.
Trolling is a art,
I think it's a reference to a passage from his most recent book:
I am, incidentally, Honorary President of the American Humanist Association, having succeeded the late, great science fiction writer Isaac Asimov in that totally functionless capacity. We had a memorial service for Isaac a few years back, and I spoke and said at one point, "Isaac is up in heaven now." It was the funniest thing I could have said to an audience of humanists. I rolled them in the aisles. It was several minutes before order could be restored. And if I die, God forbid, I hope you will say, "Kurt is up in heaven now." That's my favorite joke.
Kurt Vonnegut
Slaughterhouse Five
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There, I drew it.
Don't eat your soul to fill your belly.
conesus.com
"writings in which expression and form, in connection with ideas of permanent and universal interest, are characteristic or essential features, as poetry, novels, history, biography, and essays." ("literature." Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1). Random House, Inc. 12 Apr. 2007. <Dictionary.com http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/literature> .)
"Imaginative or creative writing, especially of recognized artistic value" ("literature." The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition. Houghton Mifflin Company, 2004. 12 Apr. 2007. <Dictionary.com http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/literature> .)
By my reading of the dictionary, the genre isn't significant. Or are you talking about what some isolated intellectuals with ivory towers up their asses told you the word meant?
"You're right," Fisheye says. "I should have set it on 'whip' or 'chop.'"
Actually I think this is the worst book to start with (it has other charcters in it for starters...)
Plus Vonnegut himself gave it a C.
(from wikipedia)In Chapter 18 of his book Palm Sunday "The Sexual Revolution," Vonnegut grades his own works. He states that the grades "do not place me in literary history" and that he is comparing "myself with myself." The grades are as follows:
* Player Piano: B
* The Sirens of Titan: A
* Mother Night: A
* Cat's Cradle: A-plus
* God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater: A
* Slaughterhouse-Five: A-plus
* Welcome to the Monkey House: B-minus
* Happy Birthday, Wanda June: D
* Breakfast of Champions: C
* Slapstick: D
* Jailbird: A
* Palm Sunday: C
Slaughterhouse-Five or Cat's Cradle are both good first books.
DJMD - The fourth man - Planetary
If you want to call my comment flamebait, well, I can see the justification. But modding this a troll proves either that you are an idiot, or that you are deliberately abusing moderation to suppress my opinion. So Mr. moderator, are you an idiot, or an asshole who hates slashdot?
"You're right," Fisheye says. "I should have set it on 'whip' or 'chop.'"