Goodnight, Mr. Vonnegut
Wednesday, April 11th, 2007
Kurt Vonnegut is dead. The world feels more boring already.
I read in an introduction he had written to one of his novels an anecdote about how he once, while smoking in a bar, answered an inquiry as to what he was doing with the assertion that he was “committing suicide by cigarette.” In the anecdote, […]