Have you ever read such human stories as those of Vonnegut? Well, human in their humor and imagination -- the sense of possibility and the touches of awe and compassion. There was a man stunned by man's cruelty to man -- but he wasn't content to be a mere observer and telegrapher of life. He didn't try to cop out of being an active participant. (Well, maybe once ... but sometimes it's hard to keep waking up every morning when you're both sensitive and observant.)
He didn't quit or sell-out or stick his head up his ass like some narcissistic ostrich. (What happened to some of you guys? When did you all get so damaged and self-involved and undependable?)
Anyway... I'm looking over the list of his Complete Writings, and one exciting thing is ... I've only ever read some of his work -- Breakfast of Champions, Happy Birthday, Wanda June, and, of course, Slaughterhouse Five or The Children's Crusade. So I have tons of Vonnegut works ahead of me. Art has greater longevity than artists. "So it goes."
Goodnight, Mr. Vonnegut. Thank you! (Read Playing Chess With Kurt Vonnegut by Andrew Leonard. It's a very sweet memorial.)