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.
(edited by Leroy on 11.4.07 2300)
(edited by Leroy on 11.4.07 2300) "Oh my God! They have a shit-load of Cockapoo stuff!" -Jennifer's greatest quote... ever.
They aren't closing the one above Penn Station in New York? That one has to have the highest rent out there and the only time I ever saw it really busy was around the holidays. Anyway, I can't say I'm surprised about this.