

Vonnegut at his last major public appearance - March 1, 2006, at the Ohio State University.
So it finally happened. I'm not going to make this long, but I want to say something.
Reading Breakfast of Champions changed my life - it introduced me to fiction that was different from anything I'd ever read. Sophomoric but tragic, poignant but silly. Vonnegut wrote it on his 50th birthday, over 30 years ago. It incorporated various characters from his previous texts, but they were all acting crazy; the book itself was like some sort of irreverent satire of fiction itself. I later read that Vonnegut was mimicking Thomas Jefferson (who freed his slaves on his 50th birthday) and Leo Tolstoy (who freed his serfs on his 50th birthday): Vonnegut was freeing his characters. It's a playful romp that takes a sidelong glance at narrative and lets a jester redeem art.
Reading Mother Night was a singularly distressing experience. It was funny, sort of - but when I was done I was terribly depressed. The whole book is just a series of poor decisions and their consequences - a look at good people doing their best, screwing up, and suffering. It changed the way I looked at human interaction - "Be careful who you pretend to be," Vonnegut wrote, "Because you are who you pretend to be."
Reading Deadeye Dick was in many ways similar. This book jumps into my memory every time I hear a news story about some kid who did something terrible, either carelessly or intentionally. That kid's life is over, and it always breaks my heart to read comments and hear opinions to the effect that "This kid needs to be punished!" The protagonist of Deadeye Dick accidentally shoots and kills a neighbor when he is a teenager. The book is about how his life is just sort of a meaningless apathetic hell afterwards.
Reading Bluebeard changed how I looked at art. This, I think, was Vonnegut's masterpiece - Bluebeard comes close to touching something eternal, something astounding. Art itself becomes a metaphor for every joy and every shame we as humans experience. The relationships in this book are all the more real for their surreality; the final secret, Bluebeard's mystery, the contents of the barn, elicited tears from me.
Reading Slaughterhouse Five was odd. I read it when I was too young - it was before I read the rest of these, and I thought it was quirky and funny. It wasn't until years later that I realized just how hard it must have been for Vonnegut to write about his experiences in the war. I've been meaning to pick this one up again for years, and I haven't gotten around to it. Even just reading it as a dumb kid, though, it changed the way I looked at time and space - even the way I looked at history.
Reading Jailbird and God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater made me into a socialist. I haven't looked back, though I've done my best to look forward critically.
I could go on, I've read almost every word the man ever published. I am so thankful I got to see him before he died. As I watched him walk off the stage that day, I had tears in my eyes - I knew he wasn't much longer for this world, and I knew that when this headline finally came up that I'd have tears in my eyes again. I do.
Kurt Vonnegut's writing has changed my life in ways too profound for me to summarize. It is no exaggeration when I say that I am who I am today because of Kurt Vonnegut and his work. If I had never picked up Bagumbo Snuffbox at a used book sale a few years ago, I'd be somebody else entirely.
It suddenly strikes me that I never so much as wrote the man a thank-you card. I have tears in my eyes and I feel like I've lost a dear friend.
Kurt Vonnegut taught me what it means to be a human being.
I'm speechless and you know how rare that is.
I've only read Cat's Cradle, and A Man Without A Country. And perhaps, I'm too young to understand the implications of Kurt Vonnegut's writing too. Maybe he would've lived longer if he hadn't smoked so much. Although, 84 years old is a pretty long life with smoking. Screw the what ifs, I need to read more of his books, and remember what defined him as an author.
Another quote:
"The public health authorities never mention the main reason many Americans have for smoking heavily, which is that smoking is a fairly sure, fairly honorable form of suicide." Kurt Vonnegut
I know there was another one out there where he basically said something like: "they keep telling me that smoking is going to kill me, but the bastards haven't been right yet" or something to that effect.
I attribute my interest in art to Bluebeard and Tom Wolfe's The Painted Word. The ending of Bluebeard was exceptional.
One of my favorites was Galapagos. Loved that line- Thanks a lot, big brain.
Reading Galapagos now. I keep forgetting it is satirical and.... aside from that its disturbing and depressing.
As I've said here...
It's a great loss. Vonnegut had the courage to discard traditional narrative structure. He told his stories his way, on his terms. He had a great, dark sense of humour, and the stories he told were both melancholic and hilarious... and so on.
I particularly loved his alter ego Kilgore Trout - a science fiction author who could only sell his stories as filler for porno magazines.
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Reading Bluebeard changed how I looked at art. This, I think, was Vonnegut's masterpiece - Bluebeard comes close to touching something eternal, something astounding.
Narcissus and Goldmund did that for me. But Bluebeard touched on something else when I read it.
It suddenly strikes me that I never so much as wrote the man a thank-you card. I have tears in my eyes and I feel like I've lost a dear friend.
I meant to a while back and never got around to it. I also toyed with the idea of sending that story I wrote to him to see what he'd say(I figured he'd say nothing). That seemed juvenile and so I just gave the idea up in total I guess. The baby out with the bathwater.
I cried too. I am crying. Not sobbing, but crying. I don't know why. I couldn't cry when I lost Maxxy (well not much, and I was trying to for the sake of being able to cry), and the little guy was so much closer to me. Why does it hurt so much more to think of Vonnegut as being dead when I never knew the man? But then Maxxy didn't die. I don't think. I mean I'm pretty sure he's still alive right now. Even though he's lost that Bilokonsky pizazz.
I read Cat's Cradle and Slaughterhouse Five both when I was too young and so I don't really think all that much of them. But Breakfast of Champions... absolutely... something. Touching, amazing, real. I don't know. I've reread Slaughterhouse Five more recently and it is more touching. More depressing. Haven't gotten around to Cat's Cradle.
And Player Piano... it just shows the fruitlessness of it all. There is so much irony and paradox and brilliance in that book that it is impossible for it not to effect your politics. Everyone's insane and you can't just step out and watch.
My son...I can keenly feel the pain of the young when provolked by a different aspect of thinking as my new montra is "Thinking is an Art form"....and he was a living work of art...
sweet dreams Kurt....we'll dream you later.
Forest
Aw god dammit not again... every time I look at famous person's wikipedia profile they end up dying the next day... I killed Reagan, James Brown, and that guy from Law and Order this way.
:-C
I'm sorry everybody.
Then stay away from Ray Bradbury's profile, please.
...psssssst!
If I voted for your comment, do I bear any responsibility if...well, you know?
I certainly hope so! I voted for it, too.
Vonnegut was changing lives and making people think even back when I was relatively young. There aren't many folks who can, by writing silly, satirical fiction, influence several generations of the young to actually think. Vonnegut was a kind of giant. He will be much mourned.
We've lost a Giant.
I'm always sad when an artist is lost to the real world. It always feels like it was too soon. We feel as if we know these people because their words and works meant so very much to us, and their passing means no less to us than it had if we'd been close friends.
Your close friend was his work, and though he is gone, his work still stands as monument to Vonnegut himself and to how he has affected your lives.
Rest in peace, sir.
"As an adolescent, he made my life bearable."
Indeed, John Stewart, indeed.
I will never forget the impact Breakfast of Champions, Jailbird, Deadeye Dick, Timequake, Slaughterhouse Five, and his countless other short stories have had on my view of life and the world. His books should be required reading for America.
Thanks for sharing Myk. I've never read Vonnegut although I have a lot of respect for his writing (from the opinions of other people...yourself included). I want to offer my condolences to you because when I saw the headline last night my first thought was... wow...mykola's going to be really torn up about this. Peace.
I read Cat's Cradle, The Sirens of Titan and Slaughterhouse 5 when in my teens, along with Harrison Bergeron which is still one of my favourite short stories. The latter cleverly mocks the result of taking equal treatment to its logical conclusion. It is at the same time funny, sad and frightening.
I was probably a bit too young for Cat's Cradle but was deeply affected by it. It has some themes in common with other books. For example, both Cat's Cradle and Sirens of Titan feature the notion of being lured into a bad situation by highly misleading promises involving attractive women.
The imagery is very strong in all these writings, and he hooks you with idiosyncratic details or behaviours, the "chronosynclastic infundibulum" in Sirens being a case in point. His style seems to be to charm you with his quirky flights of imagination and open you up for the chilling sucker punch that makes a serious point or observation.
A real genius. You were lucky to have had the chance to meet him.
I was talking to a guy once - he was going for a degree in creative writing, I believe - who met Vonnegut on the subway. He was obviously blown away and talked to him.
He asked "Can I ask you a question?" wanting to find some writing tips or somesuch. Vonnegut replied "No, but I'll ask you some." Vonnegut spent the remainder of the subway ride asking the guy about his upbringing, school history and opinions on various things all because, as he stated later, he was terribly interested in people, who they are and where they come from. Intriguing experience. Even though the guy I was talking to got no advice and no tips, I count him to be an extremely lucky guy.
Good old Vonnegut. Like Mark Twain, his image is as powerful as his writing.
The death of something as rare as an American intellectual. When Hunter S. Thompson died a friend of mine was struck by a fragment of his dissolving spirit and began to act out a character best described as pirate on acid with a cowboy hat. This time I seem to be the one who is struck.
From someone still unstuck in time to someone with whom time finally caught up: RIP.
From someone still unstuck in time to someone with whom time finally caught up: RIP.
Thank you. I just managed to understand the unstuck/stuck in time bit.
It is interesting, Yuriy, because I finished my last article from Asheville (not posted yet as it is awaiting review from Celestina) before I read that Vonnegut had died. For some time now I have mentioned Vonnegut in my profile, and if you take the time to read the article (when it comes up) I think you will see how synchronicity has kicked in - in a very peculiar manner appropriate for celebrating such a great mind.
I can't wait to read it.
I also find Mykola's posting of a seed on parasites just before my article on parasites, one that I had been kicking around for weeks was posted, without me even coming across his seed until I had already posted kind of weird. Because he posts of parasitic thought control (he'd actually given me a link to similar information some time ago and which kind of took hold and has had me wanting to remove all parasites everywhere, since war, really, is only in their best interest, among their other health negatives.) and I post of paracide. Absolute and utter paracide.
Anyway, people are easily shocked by coincidence.
Me, I'm just always thinking about Vonnegut.
You know that picture on my atheist article? (What to do if you see an atheist, find a parent) I sent it to a friend and she sent me back a link to the article that I seeded on Vonnegut.
I don't know if that's synchronicity. But it's weird that she found that article just as she received my e-mail.
But then there's always weird things that happen when saints die.
Perhaps it would be good to have a series of articles about each of his books to discuss them as a tribute to him?
Each of us could write about our favorite of his books, or just one that we're really familiar with. No one seems to have mentioned Slapstick.
It's... icky.
Good though. Bizarre. Hilarious. I'll write the article on it.
I have read that one.... Icky is an excellent descriptor. Incestuous twins and the king of Michigan. One of his weirdest next to The Sirens of Titan. Interesting read, of course.
People breathing in the Chinese and getting sick. :-D
Newsvine is being awful today, so this may be a double post. If so, feel free to delete it.
-Original-
Slapstick was... odd. I enjoyed it immensely however and it is actually my friend's favorite Vonnegut.
P.S. Yuriy, I think that's a good idea. Should we just go about writing articles for each one? Or are we going to split them up?
Someone should start a chat about this...
P.P.S. King of Manhattan :)
It's all so funny.
Let's see. Would your friend write up the Slapstick article then? I'll take Player Piano.
What does everyone think? It seems like a very fitting tribute.
Well, they aren't on the 'Vine, but I'd be willing to take it up (or Slaughter House Five or Breakfast of Champions or any other).
It seems like a great idea to me, and if NV weren't being so darn slow today (seriously, I've timed out at least ten times today), I'd suggest getting into a chat lobby to figure this out. Actually, I'll just sit in there and someone can join me if they want.
I went into chat and you're not there.
Anywho, let's start making a list. So far:
Yuriy - Player Piano (Or maybe Slapstick)
Greg - Slapstick (or Slaughter House Five or Breakfast of Champions or any other)
Everyone else?
Sorry about that. A) I've been timing out a lot today and B) I had to leave to go save my buddy from the horrors of evil and Kent.
I think I"d like to roll with Slaughter House Five, but I'd be more than willing to take Slapstick or any other.
I'm a tad bit busy now (though I always have time for Newsvine). I'll try to get into a chat lobby in a few hours.
a true american hero of literature and thought. "cats cradle," "slaughterhouse 5," "breakfast of champions," "hocus pocus," "jailhouse," these books changed my life, and influenced my writing and, more importantly, my philosophy of life. thats what he gave me that most of my other favorite authors didnt always do — he gave me life lessons, and i never met the guy, either, so thats saying something.
Amen. What would anyone who read Vonnegut be without him?
"So it goes." I will miss him. Father Kurt wrote some amazing books. I must say, "be carefull who you pretend to be- because in the end, you are who you pretend to be."(Mother Night) Had a profound impact on me.
Listen: I own and have read a great multitude of his books, my favorite being Breakfast of Champions. His books change lives, they may be cynical and depressing for the most part, but in each, there is the slightest glimmer of hope. I started reading Mother Night last night. Somehow it has been on my bookshelf for months and I haven't read it.
Oh well, things come and things go, but the Bible of my life, Slaughter House Five, has taught me that Kurt will never be gone.
Hi ho.
What a nice article you've written, Mykola. It's from the heart, and comforting to hear.
He was a fellow Hoosier, and a wonderful author. I'm just glad that he wrote so many novels for us to enjoy.
I purchased a copy of Cat's Cradle today at the local bookstore this morning... When I asked the attendant where I could find Kurt Vonnegut's books she responded, "Oh, I guess you are the first of the rush." I asked her what she meant and then she told me he died.
Maybe it's just me but I find the idea of a rush to buy dead authors books a little sick... It kind of reminds me of ripping a peg-leg off of a dead pirate friend after you see him stabbed... well kind of, maybe the pirate analogy is a little weak... But still, I miss the old guy.
Well, then I probably shouldn't tell you this but I had thought about going to buy some of his books this weekend. I wanted to write up a tribute piece to him and wanted to refresh my memory on a few things. Some of his books, which I read together in a mad rush one summer, sort of blur together in my memory.
Hi Mykola, I've linked back to this post from these tributes on Articulate.
Thank you.
Never met him either, so why can't I stop crying? I think I need help.
I was unable to go to work since he's been gone and when I sleep I
have dreams about entering doors that hold signs like "God is coming
and she's pissed", or I walk around dressed in extra large T - shirts (which
I never got to buy from his official site) saying "Lonesome no more", or
"Life is no way to treat an animal."
On his official website there is only an empty birdcage with the door open.
Like so many people, I feel like there will never be closure because there will
never be another Vonnegut.
"No damn cat and no damn cradle."
Thank you. I needed that.
Never met the man either, so why can't I stop crying ? I think I
need help. I was unable to go to work since he's been gone and I
feel and look like Dali's watches. When I sleep I have dreams about
doors that have signs like: "God is coming and she is pissed", or
I'm wearing XL T-shirts (which I never got to buy from his site) that
say "life is no way to treat an animal."
On his official site there nothing but an empty birdcage with the door
open. No damn bird, "no damn cat, no damn cradle."
I know there are a lot of people out there walking around with there
hearts broken. In a million pieces. I don't think this is going to
go away any time soon for me. I'll stop crying and being pathetic, but
I know that there will never, ever be another Vonnegut.
In the meantime, he i sprobably looking down on us and shaking his head
in disbelief. Well, he'd better believe it. He is sacred. "And all music is."
I offered, or at least I meant to offer, to write some pieces on Vonnegut but
am a bit crunched for time so I thought i'd offer to review and reflect on what
I could find of his that was on audio or dvd.
So.. The library has player piano on audio. If someone hasn't done that one
I'll volunteer.
Also, I can do so for Slaughterhouse house five - the movie.
I did Player Piano.
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