I read so many of his books. I'll miss him.

So it goes...

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Kurt Vonnegut, a cosmic, comic novelist, dies at 84
DINITIA SMITH

Kurt Vonnegut, whose dark comic talent and urgent moral vision in novels
like "Slaughterhouse-Five," "Cat's Cradle" and "God Bless You, Mr.
Rosewater" caught the temper of his times and the imagination of a
generation, died Wednesday night in Manhattan. He was 84.

His death was reported by Morgan Entrekin, a longtime family friend, who
said Vonnegut suffered brain injuries as a result of a fall several
weeks ago.

Vonnegut wrote plays, essays and short fiction. But it was his novels
that became classics of the American counterculture, making him a
literary idol, particularly to students in the 1960s and '70s. Dog-eared
paperback copies of his books could be found in the back pockets of blue
jeans and in dorm rooms on campuses throughout the United States.

Like Mark Twain, Vonnegut used humor to tackle the basic questions of
human existence: Why are we in this world? Is there a presiding figure
to make sense of all this, a god who in the end, despite making people
suffer, wishes them well?

He also shared with Twain a profound pessimism. "Mark Twain," Vonnegut
wrote in his 1991 book, "Fates Worse Than Death: An Autobiographical
Collage," "finally stopped laughing at his own agony and that of those
around him. He denounced life on this planet as a crock. He died."

Not all Vonnegut's themes were metaphysical. With a blend of vernacular
writing, science fiction, jokes and philosophy, he also wrote about the
banalities of consumer culture, for example, or the destruction of the
environment.

His novels -- 14 in all -- were alternate universes, filled with
topsy-turvy images and populated by races of his own creation, like the
Tralfamadorians and the Mercurian Harmoniums. He invented phenomena like
chrono-synclastic infundibula (places in the universe where all truths
fit neatly together) as well as religions, like the Church of God the
Utterly Indifferent and Bokononism (based on the books of a black
British Episcopalian from Tobago "filled with bittersweet lies," a
narrator says).

The defining moment of Vonnegut's life was the firebombing of Dresden,
Germany, by Allied forces in 1945, an event he witnessed firsthand as a
young prisoner of war. Thousands of civilians were killed in the raids,
many of them burned to death or asphyxiated. "The firebombing of
Dresden," Vonnegut wrote, "was a work of art." It was, he added, "a
tower of smoke and flame to commemorate the rage and heartbreak of so
many who had had their lives warped or ruined by the indescribable greed
and vanity and cruelty of Germany."

His experience in Dresden was the basis of "Slaughterhouse-Five," which
was published in 1969 against the backdrop of war in Vietnam, racial
unrest and cultural and social upheaval. The novel, wrote the critic
Jerome Klinkowitz, "so perfectly caught America's transformative mood
that its story and structure became best-selling metaphors for the new
age."

To Vonnegut, the only possible redemption for the madness and apparent
meaninglessness of existence was human kindness. The title character in
his 1965 novel, "God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater," summed up his philosophy:

"Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the
winter. It's round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you've
got about a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of,
babies -- `***** it, you've got to be kind."'

Vonnegut eschewed traditional structure and punctuation. His books were
a mixture of fiction and autobiography, prone to one-sentence
paragraphs, exclamation points and italics. Graham Greene called him
"one of the most able of living American writers." Some critics said he
had invented a new literary type, infusing the science-fiction form with
humor and moral relevance and elevating it to serious literature.

He was also accused of repeating himself, of recycling themes and
characters. Some readers found his work incoherent. His harshest critics
called him no more than a comic book philosopher, a purveyor of empty
aphorisms.

With his curly hair askew, deep pouches under his eyes and rumpled
clothes, he often looked like an out-of-work philosophy professor,
typically chain smoking, his conversation punctuated with coughs and
wheezes. But he also maintained a certain celebrity, as a regular on
panels and at literary parties in Manhattan and on the East End of Long
Island, where he lived near his friend and fellow war veteran Joseph
Heller, another darkly comic literary hero of the age.

Vonnegut was born in Indianapolis in 1922, a fourth-generation
German-American and the youngest of three children. His father, Kurt
Sr., was an architect. His mother, Edith, came from a wealthy brewery
family. Vonnegut's brother, Bernard, who died in 1997, was a physicist
and an expert on thunderstorms.

During the Depression, the elder Vonnegut went for long stretches
without work, and Edith Vonnegut suffered from episodes of mental
illness. "When my mother went off her rocker late at night, the hatred
and contempt she sprayed on my father, as gentle and innocent a man as
ever lived, was without limit and pure, untainted by ideas or
information," Vonnegut wrote. She committed suicide, an act that haunted
her son for the rest of his life.

He had, he said, a lifelong difficulty with women. He remembered an aunt
once telling him, "'All Vonnegut men are scared to death of women.' "

"My theory is that all women have hydrofluoric acid bottled up inside,"
he wrote.

Vonnegut went east to attend Cornell University, but he enlisted in the
Army before he could get a degree. The Army initially sent him to the
Carnegie Institute of Technology (now Carnegie-Mellon) in Pittsburgh and
the University of Tennessee to study mechanical engineering.

In 1944, he was shipped to Europe with the 106th Infantry Division and
shortly saw combat in the Battle of the Bulge. With his unit nearly
destroyed, he wandered behind enemy lines for several days until he was
captured and sent to a prisoner of war camp near Dresden, the
architectural jewel of Germany.

Assigned by his captors to make vitamin supplements, he was working with
other prisoners in an underground meat locker when British and U.S.
warplanes started carpet bombing the city, creating a firestorm above
him. The work detail saved his life.

Afterward, he and his fellow prisoners were assigned to remove the dead.

"The corpses, most of them in ordinary cellars, were so numerous and
represented such a health hazard that they were cremated on huge funeral
pyres, or by flamethrowers whose nozzles were thrust into the cellars,
without being counted or identified," he wrote in "Fates Worse Than
Death."

When the war ended, Vonnegut returned to the United States and married
his high school sweetheart, Jane Marie Cox. They settled in Chicago in
1945. The couple had three children: Mark, Edith and Nanette. In 1958,
Vonnegut's sister, Alice, and her husband died within a day of each
other, she of cancer and he in a train crash. The Vonneguts adopted
their children, Tiger, Jim and Steven.

In Chicago, Vonnegut worked as a police reporter for the Chicago City
News Bureau. He also studied for a master's degree in anthropology at
the University of Chicago, writing a thesis on "The Fluctuations Between
Good and Evil in Simple Tales." It was rejected unanimously by the
faculty. (The university finally awarded him a degree almost a quarter
of a century later, allowing him to use his novel "Cat's Cradle" as his
thesis.)

In 1947, he moved to Schenectady, N.Y., and took a job in public
relations for General Electric Co. Three years later he sold his first
short story, "Report on the Barnhouse Effect," to Collier's magazine and
decided to move his family to Cape Cod, Mass., where he wrote fiction
for magazines like Argosy and The Saturday Evening Post. To bolster his
income, he taught emotionally disturbed children, worked at an
advertising agency and at one point started an auto dealership.

His first novel was "Player Piano," published in 1952. A satire on
corporate life -- the meetings, the pep talks, the cultivation of bosses
-- it also carries echoes of Aldous Huxley's "Brave New World." It
concerns an engineer, Paul Proteus, who is employed by the Ilium Works,
a company similar to General Electric. Proteus becomes the leader of a
band of revolutionaries who destroy machines that they think are taking
over the world.

"Player Piano" was followed in 1959 by "The Sirens of Titan," a science
fiction novel featuring the Church of God of the Utterly Indifferent. In
1961, he published "Mother Night," involving an American writer awaiting
trial in Israel on charges of war crimes in Nazi Germany. Like
Vonnegut's other early novels, they were published as paperback
originals. And like "Slaughterhouse-Five," in 1972, and a number of
other Vonnegut novels, "Mother Night" was adapted for film, in 1996,
starring Nick Nolte.

In 1963, Vonnegut published "Cat's Cradle." Though it initially sold
only about 500 copies, it is widely read today in high school English
classes. The novel, which takes its title from an Eskimo game in which
children try to snare the sun with string, is an autobiographical work
about a family named Hoenikker. The narrator, an adherent of the
religion Bokononism, is writing a book about the bombing of Hiroshima
and comes to witness the destruction of the world by something called
Ice-Nine, which, on contact, causes water to freeze at room temperature.

Vonnegut shed the label of science fiction writer with
"Slaughterhouse-Five." It tells the story of Billy Pilgrim, an infantry
scout (as Vonnegut was), who discovers the horror of war. "You know --
we've had to imagine the war here, and we have imagined that it was
being fought by aging men like ourselves," an English colonel says in
the book. "We had forgotten that wars were fought by babies. When I saw
those freshly shaved faces, it was a shock. My God, my God -- I said to
myself, `It's the Children's Crusade."'

As Vonnegut was, Billy is captured and assigned to manufacture vitamin
supplements in an underground meat locker, where the prisoners take
refuge from Allied bombing.

In "Slaughterhouse-Five," Vonnegut introduced the recurring character of
Kilgore Trout, his fictional alter ego. The novel also featured a
signature Vonnegut phrase.

"Robert Kennedy, whose summer home is eight miles from the home I live
in all year round," Vonnegut wrote at the end of the book, "was shot two
nights ago. He died last night. So it goes.

"Martin Luther King was shot a month ago. He died, too. So it goes. And
every day my Government gives me a count of corpses created by military
science in Vietnam. So it goes."

One of many Zen-like words and phrases that run through Vonnegut's
books, "so it goes" became a catchphrase for opponents of the Vietnam
war.

"Slaughterhouse-Five" reached No.1 on best-seller lists, making Vonnegut
a cult hero. Some schools and libraries have banned it because of its
sexual content, rough language and scenes of violence.

After the book was published, Vonnegut went into severe depression and
vowed never to write another novel. Suicide was always a temptation, he
wrote. In 1984, he tried to take his life with sleeping pills and
alcohol.

"The child of a suicide will naturally think of death, the big one, as a
logical solution to any problem," he wrote. His son Mark also suffered a
breakdown, in the 1970s, from which he recovered, writing about it in a
book, "Eden Express: A Memoir of Insanity."

Forsaking novels, Vonnegut decided to become a playwright. His first
effort, "Happy Birthday, Wanda June," opened Off Broadway in 1970 to
mixed reviews. Around this time he separated from his wife, Jane, and
moved to New York. (She remarried and died in 1986.)

In 1979, Vonnegut married the photographer Jill Krementz. They have a
daughter, Lily. They survive him, as do all his other children.

Vonnegut returned to novels with "Breakfast of Champions, or Goodbye
Blue Monday" (1973), calling it a "tale of a meeting of two lonesome,
skinny, fairly old white men on a planet which was dying fast." This
time his alter ego is Philboyd Sludge, who is writing a book about
Dwayne Hoover, a wealthy auto dealer. Hoover has a breakdown after
reading a novel written by Kilgore Trout, who reappears in this book,
and begins to believe that everyone around him is a robot.

In 1997, Vonnegut published "Timequake," a tale of the millennium in
which a wrinkle in space-time compels the world to relive the 1990s. The
book, based on an earlier failed novel of his, was, in his own words, "a
stew" of plot summaries and autobiographical writings. Once again,
Kilgore Trout is a character. "If I'd wasted my time creating
characters," Vonnegut said in defense of his "recycling," "I would never
have gotten around to calling attention to things that really matter."

Though it was a bestseller, it also met with mixed reviews. "Having a
novelist's free hand to write what you will does not mean you are
entitled to a free ride," R.Z. Sheppard wrote in Time. But the novelist
Valerie Sayers, in The New York Times Book Review, wrote: "The real
pleasure lies in Vonnegut's transforming his continuing interest in the
highly suspicious relationship between fact and fiction into the neatest
trick yet played on a publishing world consumed with the furor over
novel versus memoir."

Vonnegut said in the prologue to "Timequake" that it would be his last
novel. And so it was.

His last book, in 2005, was a collection of biographical essays, "A Man
Without a Country." It, too, was a best seller.

It concludes with a poem written by Vonnegut called "Requiem," which has
these closing lines:

When the last living thing

has died on account of us,

how poetical it would be

if Earth could say,

in a voice floating up

perhaps

from the floor

of the Grand Canyon,

"It is done."

People did not like it here.


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John #1782

"We should always be disposed to believe that which appears to us to be
white is really black, if the hierarchy of the church so decides."

- Saint Ignatius Loyola (1491-1556) Founder of the Jesuit Order.

His death was reported by Morgan Entrekin, a longtime family friend, who
said Vonnegut suffered brain injuries as a result of a fall several
weeks ago.

I read so many of his books. I'll miss him.

So it goes...

---
Kurt Vonnegut, a cosmic, comic novelist, dies at 84
DINITIA SMITH

Kurt Vonnegut, whose dark comic talent and urgent moral vision in novels
like "Slaughterhouse-Five," "Cat's Cradle" and "God Bless You, Mr.
Rosewater" caught the temper of his times and the imagination of a
generation, died Wednesday night in Manhattan. He was 84.

His death was reported by Morgan Entrekin, a longtime family friend, who
said Vonnegut suffered brain injuries as a result of a fall several
weeks ago.