In college I spent more than a few late nights with Kurt Vonnegut’s work. For a time, I wanted to be that sort of writer – a challenger of social norms, a thorn in the side of the establishment. Eventually my Jack Kerouac and Ernest Hemingway obsession took over. Though I haven’t personally continued to follow his work beyond Slaughter House Five and Cat’s Cradle, he will be missed as an icon of American Literature.
“Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt.”