I thought of titling this post "Kurt Vonnegut's in Heaven now." That's because Vonnegut, delivering the eulogy at a friend's funeral, opened with what he thought was a great joke. "Isaac is heaven now."
The friend was Isaac Asimov. The joke was that Asimov was a humanist who did not believe in an afterlife. So was Vonnegut. He believed Asimov would have liked the joke.
I'm going to be spending the next couple of days trying to write something fitting about the man whose books fell into the wrong hands one day---mine. I was 14 years old. When I finished Slaughterhouse Five, my life was ruined. I wanted to be a writer. Meantime here's the New York Times obit plus a list of his books and couple of my blog posts from last spring when I was having a grand time catching up on a few of his books I hadn't read, Kurt Vonnegut and the Hoosier aristocracy and A whole passel of swoopers.
Kurt Vonnegut's in heaven now.
So it goes.