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Aug 20

Kurt Vonnegut, end of an American literary giant

A renowned Indianapolis literary personality, Kurt Vonnegut, died Wednesday at age of 84. His wife, photographer Jill Krementz said he had suffered brain injuries after a fall at his Manhattan home two weeks ago.

Indianapolis mourned the death of a native son and a literary legend. The author’s writing was am amalgamation of satire and fantasy, the humor he depicted usually mocked the capacity of human beings to destroy. He had been called as a representative writer of the post world war era.

Kurt Vonnegut was born in 1922 in Indianapolis, he grew up in a prominent family, his father was an architect and his mother was the daughter of a billionaire, Brewer Albert Lieber. He graduated from the Shortridge High School and later attended Cornell University, he enlisted voluntarily for the war in 1943, and after the war he attended the Chicago University to pursue his MA degree in Anthropology.

In 1945, he married his childhood sweetheart. Jane Marie Coax. They had a son and two daughters. In 1958, his sister and her husband died, therefore, Kurt Vonnegut and his wife adopted their four children. He got divorced in 1979 and re-married Jill Krementz the same year.

“Slaughterhouse Five” was one of his best literary works and considered to be his masterpiece. This novel was based on his experiences as a prisoner of war in Dresden Germany, 1945. Apart from the “Slaughterhouse Five”, “Cat’s Craddle” and “The Sirens of Titan” were also amongst his notable works. Many critics labeled him as a science fiction writer, whereas, the writer himself said that he only wrote about humans and machines. Black humor was a very prominent attribute in his writings.

Editor of In These Times, Joel Bleifuss said, "He was a man who combined a wicked sense of humor and sort of steady moral compass, who was always sort of looking at the big picture of the things that were most important."

In 2005, he had a best-seller with "A Man Without a Country," a collection of his nonfiction, including jabs at the Bush administration and the doubtful future of the planet.

Kurt said that the book's success is "a nice glass of champagne at the end of a life."

Apart from writing novels, Kurt Vonnegut also wrote essays, TV plays and critiques. His last novels included “Timequake” and “If God were Alive Today”. His last literary works received mixed sort of feedback from his readers, most of them though that he kept churning out the same sort of ideas.

Tragedy was a persistent trait in his life, his mother committed suicide in 1944. He himself battled depression throughout his life and even tried to attempt suicide with pills and alcohol in 1984, and also talked about it several times in his life.

Kurt Vonnegut was a pessimist by nature and this characteristic in him grew more with time and in his later years.

On January 2000, Kurt Vonnegut suffered smoke inhalation due to a fire break out in his Manhattan townhouse.

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Home Goes It So

It is the fate of us all to become 'unstuck in time.' Even Kilgore Trout must journey to the end of the universe to converse with the Creator. Now you follow Billy Pilgrim to your own personal Tralfamadore.

You will be missed, Kurt, but at long last, yes, you can go home now.

~Loki
(writing from his home just outside Hartford, Connecticut)

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Kilgore Trout a.k.a Kurt Vonnegut

since Forever you'll remain in my heart Kurt Vonnegut. You taught me patience and humor and how even the worse can be made into the best. You've touched my life without even knowing it. One dream since the first book I read by you (slaughterhouse five) I have always wanted to meet you just to shake your hand. Throughout the years my brother and myself have collected your books, read them, and converted people into the fan club some might say. Your imagination has forever changed the way I look at mirrors or leaks as you so gently called them. Everyday I walked around with Breakfast of Campions in my bag and when I found the opportunity to take it out I was always happy to step out of my world and into yours. Man Without a Country reminded me alot of Timequake you always found a way to tie each character into each one of your stories. Anyway I guess I'm commenting here because I'm hoping someone else who feels the same way won't have to type it all out. You were my idol and you will remain to be for the rest of my life. Thank you Kilgore Trout, And the day i visit your grave it'll read "Life is no way to treat an animal"

Kassy Anderson

Winnipeg, Manitoba

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