A Eulogy

Dark day for American Literature.

We lost a good one yesterday in Kurt Vonnegut. When I was a kid, it felt revolutionary to read Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., but somewhere a few years ago, his dad was long since dead, and I guess it’s traditional to drop the ‘Jr.’ when there’s no chance of confusion.

Anyway, Kurt’s still my favorite fiction author, and while I can’t grieve an 84-year-old who claimed for years he was ready to go, I will miss his genius a lot.