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Monday, September 12, 2011

Kurt Vonnegut Has Come Unstuck In Time

Born 1922, Indianapolis, Indiana. Died 2007, New York, New York
  • Player Piano. New York: Charles Scribner’s Sons, 1952.
  • The Sirens of Titan. New York: Dell, 1959.
  • Mother Night. Greenwich, CT: Fawcett, 1962. New York: Harper & Row, 1966 (second edition, first hardcover publication, with a new introduction by the author).
  • Cat’s Cradle. New York: Holt, Rinehart & Winston, 1963.
  • God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater. New York: Holt, Rinehart & Winston, 1965.
  • Slaughterhouse-Five. New York: Delcacorte Press/Seymour Lawrence, 1969.
  • Breakfast of Champions. New York: Delcacorte Press/Seymour Lawrence, 1973.
  • Slapstick. New York: Delcacorte Press/Seymour Lawrence, 1976.
  • Jailbird. New York: Delcacorte Press/Seymour Lawrence, 1979.
  • Deadeye Dick. New York: Delcacorte Press/Seymour Lawrence, 1982.
  • Galapagos. New York: Delcacorte Press/Seymour Lawrence, 1985.
  • Bluebeard. New York: Delcacorte Press/Seymour Lawrence, 1987.
  • Hocus Pocus. New York: Putnam, 1990.
  • Timequake. New York: Putnam, 1997.
Collected Short Fiction
  • Canary in a Cat House. Greenwich, CT: Fawcett, 1961.
  • Welcome to the Monkey House. New York: Delcacorte Press/Seymour Lawrence, 1968.
  • Bagombo Snuff Box. New York: G.P. Putnam Sons, 1999.
  • God Bless You, Dr. Kevorkian. New York: Seven Stories Press, 1999.
Dramatic Works
Work for Children
  • Sun/Star/Moon. New York: Harper & Row, 1980 (with illustrations by Ivan Chermayeff).
Collected Nonfiction

10 Responses to “Kurt Vonnegut Has Come Unstuck In Time”

Aw, shit.
You shouldn’t have killed him then, killTrout.
It’s the Year of Vonnegut here in his hometown, and my wife and her students were supposed to meet him in a couple weeks time. Lovely man. I’m hoping we can tear down one of our surplus war memorials and build one to him.
I discovered Breakfast Of Champions when I was in high school, thanks to my sweet mother whose taste in literature I inherited. From there, of course I avidly devoured everything of his that I could get my hands on. Sirens of Titan and Cat’s Cradle were always my favorites. Oh, his passing makes me sad.
[...] Kurt Vonnegut R.I.P. [...]
In the 1996 movie “Mother Night” starring Nick Nolte, Kurt Vonnegut makes a brief but very noticeable appearance in the crowd scene at the end. Eerily similar to the way Hitchcock used to pop into his own films.
In the 50s he briefly worked as an author of ad copy and brochures for General Electric. Probably wrote “Player Piano” to purge the stuff out of his own head.
I found an actual commencement speech he gave
First HST, then Molly, now Kurt.
I would imagine that the earth herself is sad to see this one depart for transient planes.
That’s terrible. It seems so weird that he’s not here anymore. At least he had a long life instead of being unfairly taken while he was young.
Considering what Kurt lost in WWII, in the bombing of Dresden and in liberating the concentration camps, his life was, after a fashion, cut very short, very young. We are all just damned lucky that he could use that pain and tragedy as a form of expression that could change us all for the better. But as gentle and human as he was, I always got the feeling that he never stopped hurting from the horrors, and that he never got those decades back that were stolen from him in Europe.

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