Kurt Vonnegut, whose dark comic talent and urgent moral vision in novels like “Slaughterhouse-Five,” “Cat’s Cradle” and “God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater” caught the temper of his times and the imagination of a generation, died last night in Manhattan. He was 84 and had homes in Manhattan and in Sagaponack on Long Island.
He seemed very lucid in the last few interviews I had seen with him. I never heard about his fall which apparently led to his death. Such a shame - it seems he still had a great deal left in him before the accident.
Quite an amazing life... RIP Kurt Vonnegut.
Edit: If a Mod wouldn't mind fixing the extra 'n' in the thread title. My n-key was sticking and I didn't catch it.
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(edited by Leroy on 11.4.07 2300) "Oh my God! They have a shit-load of Cockapoo stuff!" -Jennifer's greatest quote... ever.
Man - that sucks. I found his Wheel of Time novels to be very entertaining, and will miss the story. In the greater scheme of things, though, I'm sure what he wrote doesn't matter as much as the people he touched in his life.