I came to Kurt Vonnegut‘s work late. My first sit-down was Slaughterhouse Five, picked up from a Bookcrossing meeting in 2004. Much like my first experience with John Irving that same year, I wondered what had taken me so long to immerse myself in his worlds. I later found that I enjoyed Hocus Pocus better than his seminal work, but I still have so much Vonnegut to read.
RIP, Mr. Vonnegut. Writers – indeed, people – like you are few and far between. Your wit and brilliance will be sorely missed.
So it goes.