Some of you may know that my first post-graduate thesis was called ‘Representations of Reality in the Fiction of Kurt Vonnegut: A post-modernist critique’. Yes it sounds extremely literary and it was, but it was essentially a model of reading reality as guided by the canon of Vonnegut’s literature, arguing during the course of the dissertation that Vonnegut created a space for play which wasn’t quite real, yet wasn’t entirely fictional. He was a flawed writer in many respects, but his works assisted me in my engagement with the great literary theorists, from Baudrillard to Barthes. But now he’s gone.
This is a rather poignant event for me. The first of my true academic subjects has gone. Vale Vonnegut. I will miss you.