We’ve had two years now with no Kurt Vonnegut, two years to the day.
I don’t know about anyone else, but last year at this time I realized I had grown to value him far more than I had when I was young.
Do you have to die to get that kind of appreciation? I sure hope not.
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I’ve been reading a lot of older books recently and I’ve decided that you probably do need to die to be fully appreciated. Look at the resurgence of interest in Richard Yates recently. And I am quite sure that the same will happen with Updike. I think there is something about a writer and his work coexisting that makes it difficult for critics and readers to relax and appreciate the work for what it is.
*sigh*
The irony would be a little too much for me if this is the case