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A Death in the Family

Kurt Vonnegut died yesterday (announced today, I believe).

I worked in a library all through high school, and - while a fiendish reader - never touched Vonnegut. Breakfast of Champions was big then - I remember shelving it in the New Fiction section.

A book named after the Wheaties tagline? Sounds dopey to me...

My roommate in college - sophomore year - had a copy of Slaughterhouse-Five. I read it, as I'd read anything.

I was captivated.

Read a bunch of Vonnegut - not all, but a bunch.

Yes, the comparisons to Twain do hold up, yet he also divined basic truths - hard truths - more straightforwardly than Twain, who just used humor and juxtaposition.

"You're still in touch. I guess that's the test."

"Barely--barely."

"A psychiatrist could help. There's a good man in Albany."

Finnerty shook his head. "He'd pull me back into the center, and I want to stay as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can't see from the center." He nodded, "Big, undreamed-of things -- the people on the edge see them first."

-- Kurt Vonnegut, Player Piano

Is there a better succinct comment on genius, and the madness that is often part and parcel of this brilliance? Probably, but this is damn, damn good.

I know you're an atheist Kurt, but: God bless you, Mr. Rosewater Vonnegut.