His prose was frightful. Only his ideas were good.

[grindmonkeh]

I read Breakfast of Champions (upon the referral of my now current boss) within the first couple of weeks that I was hired as a student at my current job way back in the fall of '96, and then every other book of Vonnegut's I could find thereafter.  He was a brilliant man whose disregard of literary rules and traditions quickly made him one of my favorite writers.

"This is a very bad book you're writing," I said to myself.

"I know," I said.

"You're afraid you'll kill yourself the way your mother did," I said.

"I know," I said.

Rest In Peace, Kurt.