I’ve just posted a reminiscence of Kurt Vonnegut, who was my teacher at Iowa. The article explains why I’m a year late with it.
But today is the anniversary of his death, and it seems appropriate, finally, to share these memories.
He was much beloved celebrity, of course. But before all that, everybody still loved him with a simpler regard, an affection undistorted by his future apotheosis. Click here for what might be called, “Kurt Vonnegut Recollected by one Helluva of a Bad Student…”
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