Kurt Vonnegut, an original in every sense of the word, died yesterday.
He was a genius; I am not. So there's little for me to say, except: read his books -- of which there are more than a few -- if you haven't already. If it was me, just starting on the Vonnegut bibliography, I'd start with Player Piano. His Ilium, New York seems more than a little reminiscent of Fort Wayne, Indiana. But that's a whole other post.
Listen: Kurt Vonnegut has come unstuck in time ...
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I like the sultan in Player Piano who keeps calling the street workers "slaves." The corporate guys answer, "no, no they're free men." But the sultan knows, they're slaves.
I no longer have a copy on my shelf, but if I remember correctly, the sultan's word for "slave" was takaru, or something close to that. His guide kept correcting him: no they're citizens. And the sultan just smiles and agrees -- yes, "citizen" does indeed mean takaru.
So true. So true.
Looking around online today, I see that a very large number of people had posts entitled "So It Goes." Once again, my delusions of originality are dashed.
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