by Michael Potemra

The author of some of my all-time favorite books has just died, at age 84. I met him once, a couple of decades ago, and he was a really sweet guy. Sweetness is actually a central quality of his best books–Slaughterhouse Five, Mother Night–and, along with his legendary sense of humor, it helped him transcend his cranky left-wing politics. (I’m not a science-fiction fan generally; thanks to Vonnegut, whenever people ask me who my favorite science-fiction writer is, I say Kilgore Trout.) May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest, in a place more marvelous even than the Tralfamadore of your imagination. (Thanks for the tip, Lisa.)

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