So it goes
Posted by ben on 12 Apr 2007 at 11:18 am | Tagged as: r.i.p.
On the news of Kurt Vonnegut’s passing, a friend sent me this passage from , which I think is appropriate for the occasion:
“Bill,” he said, “I like you so much, and I am such a big shot in the Universe, that I will make your three biggest wishes come true.” He opened the door of the cage, something Bill couldn’t have done in a thousand years.
Bill flew over to a windowsill. He put his little shoulder against the glass. There was just one layer of glass between Bill and the great out-of-doors. Although Trout was in the storm window business, he had no storm windows on his own abode.
“Your second wish is about to come true,” said Trout, and he again did something which Bill could never have done. He opened the window. But the opening of he window was such an alarming business to the parakeet that he flew back to his cage and hopped inside.
Trout closed the door of the cage and latched it. “That’s the most intelligent use of three wishes I have ever heard of,” he told the bird. “You made sure you’ll still have something worth wishing for — to get out of the cage.”
So it goes.
jeepers, this is getting to be the obituaries section. this is one of my favorite quotes from k.v.: Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae. I think the same can be said for art reviews sometimes.