So it goes.
There’s nothing I can say that can accurately convey the sense of loss I feel over one of the 20th Century’s most important authors, except that his writing had an amazing way of putting everything — our actions, our mere existence, the universe itself — into perspective. Vonnegut was a man who broke down the hugeness of our planet, and the monstrousness of our species, into childlike concepts. I will never forget seeing him on a tv interview, advocating a new and much-needed Cabinet position: “Secretary of the Future”.
Here’s a pretty comprehensive summing-up of his life.
(Although they left out the part where he wonders aloud how long he was going to have to wait before the damn cigarettes finally did their job and killed him already.)
One more thing: Kurt Vonnegut, a cynical, curmudgeony genius, would no doubt appreciate the minimal media coverage (or lack thereof) concerning his death, and what it ultimately says about our culture and its fascination with “celebrities” vs. “actual important topics 1 through infinity”. After browsing through several other blogs and message boards, it was difficult to keep from crying when I read the messages of grief and loss from his readers. Unfortunately, we have no problem focusing our attention on (for example) Anna-Nicole Smith and her death, her fortune, the lineage of her child — for WEEKS on end. But the passing of a brilliant mind like Vonnegut’s will surely receive only the most cursory mentions on tonight’s news broadcasts. I hope I’m wrong, but I doubt it.
Note: I just checked Google News. Anna Nicole Smith is at the top of the quick-links list for today’s news, with over 2,100 related articles. Kurt Vonnegut’s death is listed about 3/4 of the way down the page, with about 800.
