Kurt Vonnegut is dead. How about that? Actually I wasn't aware that he was still alive.
I began reading him in high school- we probably had to- Cat's Cradle I think it was- and I was hooked. I read them all in high school and college. What self-respecting college student didn't have worn paperback copies of his book in their measly little libraries.
I brought a Kurt Vonnegut book with me on my last trip to Paris- but I brought it for a different reason. The book was old and the pages worn- I brought it because I wondered if they were as good as I remember and also because I could leave it on the plane after I was through with it.
An unceremonious disposal of a book by an author that once meant something to me but, now, no longer did. So it goes.