He’s dead.
Kurt Vonnegut, the author of some truly wonderful books such as God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater, Slaughterhouse Five, Deadeye Dick, and various others, is dead.
He spent years warning us about ourselves. He wrote and wrote and wrote, and, of course, we ignored his warnings and alarms. He saw the last few years and realized what a terrible time we’ve been going through, and…well, another sane voice now silenced by time.
In 2002, during an interview, reflecting on Bush’s America, he said, “our country, for whose Constitution I fought in a just war, might as well have been invaded by Martians and body snatchers. Sometimes I wish it had been.”
Thanks, Kurt.
And so it goes.
