As I’ve mentioned on here previously, I recently moved. Now that I’ve painted every room in the house, I’ve been s-l-o-w-l-y unpacking things, and today I started on my non-essential books (aka, the ones I don’t need on a day-to-day basis for classes). One of the boxes I dragged in from the garage just happened to have all my Vonnegut books; except for my old yearbooks, they’re all that’s sitting on one bookcase in my room right now. I’m a relative latecomer to his novels; we never read Cat’s Cradle or Slaughterhouse Five in school, and I somehow missed out on him during college as well. Then my brother handed me “Galapagos” for its nerd-evolution (and, well, misanthropy) themes that he thought I’d enjoy. Of course, he was right, and I was hooked. Alas, though Vonnegut spent time teaching here in Iowa at the writers’ workshop, I missed his stay by a good 40 years. And now (via Evil Monkey) Kurt Vonnegut has died–a sad day for fans everywhere. So it goes.