Iconic American author Kurt Vonnegut has become unstuck in time, having just died aged 84.
Always a slow and lazy reader, I have managed to take in a few of his books over the years, including Slaughterhouse-Five, Bluebeard, Welcome To The Monkey House and possibly Player Piano, Breakfast Of Champions and Mother Night.
His work was imaginative, funny, tragic, enigmatic, sometimes confusing stuff that I found fascinating. It certainly played an important role in my own creative development.
So, to the late master I offer this:
Farewell, Mr. Vonnegut, from this madhouse where creatures descended from monkeys are the dominant occupants. I hope you’ll get to enjoy eternity on Tralfamadore with your faithful dog and a bare-breasted Valerie Perrine. I pour a virtual 16 (ounce) out on the curb in your honor.
PS: Say hello to Hugh Jackman for me. I understand he's floating around on a tree out there somewhere.