I’m not interested in turning this into the "All Vonnegut All the Time" blog, but this week, it seems to be shaping up that way. Not that I’m complaining: I’ve been reading the gentleman’s work my whole life and am amazed and encouraged by the fact that so much of it is still in print. It’s a gift to be pessimistic and funny simultaneously. That’s by no means easy to do, except when you read his writing, when it surely seems easy. Mark Twain could do it, too, but he’s not mentioned in the papers much these days.
At any rate, this article is more biographical than excerpt, care of the Sunday Herald. Enjoy!