Kurt Vonnegut, the American author, has died last evening of cranial complications due to a previous fall in his Manhattan, New York City residence. His demise was met at the Mount Sinai Hospital in Manhattan.
I consider Vonnegut to be the most profoundly-influential novelist of America. His selection of phrasing made each novel of his as visual as a film, and his satiric brand of humor will not be simply disregarded.
Perhaps Vonnegut’s most profound novel was 1969’s Slaughterhouse Five, the account of a former-soldier’s life as it is revealed through a unique method, the author explaining that he had become “unstuck” and may relive various moments of his life in a variety of unwelcome but inevitable time-travel.
I personally prefer Vonnegut’s 1973 release Breakfast of Champions and 1997 Timequake. The two focus on the American pulp science fiction author Kilgore Trout, an aging intellect with the appearance of a vagabond who is referenced on multiple occasions in Vonnegut’s other works.
It is a coincidence that Kurt Vonnegut would die at this moment because it is now that I am in the midst of my “Vonnegut Binge”, or my attempt to read all of Vonnegut’s novels in a period of time without the deviation of glancing at other novels. I have been exceedingly successful thus far. I also have been considering writing Vonnegut a letter, but that is evidently not a possibility at the moment or further on.
I urge any reader of this modest website to examine the Kurt Vonnegut collection, which is extremely expansive and attractive.
Kurt Vonnegut will be particularly mourned by the American literary community, myself included. There has never been another author who has so accurately (and cynically) captured the flaws with America and inspired an astronomical amount of individuals to write their own accounts in a style similar to Vonnegut’s own.
So it goes.