is what noted skeptical humanist, Kurt Vonnegut, wanted us all to say on his death, with a wry smile of unbelief.
I don’t know much more to say than that, which is why I haven’t said anything for days since he died.
I’ve read some of his short story collections, and loved the quirks of his narrativium, but I’ve never read one of his novels. I keep on meaning to read Slaughterhouse Five, it’s on the must-read list (I have an actual list) but I hadn’t caught up with it yet. But I’ve loved reading others’ tributes.
The man was an institution, one of the great communicators of skepticism and pacifism to several generations. We need these occasional larger than life figures to shake us out of our ruts, our apathy, to make us actually think. We will miss him.
A few Kurt Vonnegut posts I’ve read:
Lots of people have their Vonnegut story. I love these vignettes. My favourite so far is from Misha at Hippo Dignity
Anyone got some more Vonnegutnettes they’ve read that they can share?