You gotta love a man who drew a picture of his own sphincter next to his signature. (This is it too as the icon next to the URL on his webpage.)
The lady who shares my office told me this was coming a couple of weeks ago when he took his fall off the porch, because she has a family connection to Vonnegut, but it doesn't make it any less of a shock. I read Slaughterhouse-Five and Cat's Cradle in high school and was never quite the same afterward.
I only heard him speak once, and it was not enough. He said to go into advertising or sell insurance, whatever we had to do to make a living, if it meant we could write what we wanted.
Plus, he was in that Rodney Dangefield movie, Back to School. I wonder if that was advertising or insurance.
Posted by: Chuckles | April 13, 2007 at 09:05 AM