Novelist, humanist and futurist Kurt Vonnegut died last night at age 84.
Without Vonnegut's inspirational work, I would not be the writer, humanist or futurist I am today. In fact, I'm not sure I would have survived junior high school. I am eternally grateful to my father for putting Vonnegut's Sirens of Titan in my 12-year-old hands, and to Vonnegut for keeping my hands, eyes and mind full during the subsequent decades.
He was one of those rare individuals who could speak cogently and forcefully about the human soul in the postindustrial age, and who could look forward with crystal clarity, resorting to neither utopian nor dystopian cliches along the way.
He also taught me -- and millions of others -- to think more broadly about death than our middle class American culture typically provides for. In Slaughterhouse Five, the protagonist Billy Pilgrim announces publicly that he is about to be assassinated, and then warns the crowd not to mourn for him. His words are especially poignant when considering Vonnegut's own death:
"It is high time I was dead. Many years ago, a certain man promised to have me killed. He is an old man now, living not far from here. He has read all the publicity associated with my appearance in your fair city. He is insane. Tonight he will keep his promise.
"If you protest, if you think that death is a terrible thing, then you have not understood a word I've said. . . . Farewell, hello, farewell, hello."
Here are the links to the New York Times obituary, Vonnegut's Wikipedia entry and Vonnegut's official web site.
So it goes.