This one really breaks my heart. I miss all the writers we've lost over the past few years, but Vonnegut...I have all his books, every one, even the handful of weaker ones, and I've read and re-read them all. What a great writer. What a gifted human being.
I remember seeing him on Jon Stewart's show a few months back, and already he could barely speak -- emphysema. That was painful. But this, of course, is worse.
There were no others like him, and I suspect there never will be again.
Yes, that's how I feel. If I'm very, very lucky, one day something I write might give someone a few moments of pleasure, reflection, whatever ... Kurt Vonnegut not only influenced his time, he will continue to do so for generations. "Know ... that there is a prince and a great man fallen this day ..."
I had the honor of meeting him many years ago. I was around 20 at the time and had already read everything of his I could get my hands on. He was both gracious and wry in person. I'm sure I blushed and mumbled abominably.
Very surreal afternoon--his wife Jill Krementz had asked my foster sister to be in her book HOW IT FEELS TO BE ADOPTED, so we were waiting for her to get home.
Mr. V invited us to sit down at his kitchen table, where he was talking to Madeline Kahn. Very sad that they're both gone now. They were lovely people.