So it goes
Kurt Vonnegut died last night at the age of 84. I find it hard to believe he was only 84. He had an office in a building I used to work in, and I used to see him every once in a while in the lobby or elevator. This was at least 10 or 12 years ago, and he looked 94 then.
He led a fascinating life, and was another example of the widely held theory that insanity is closely linked to creative talent. (Any of the creatives I work with who are actually reading this are now wondering what I meant by that. "Is she saying I'm crazy or is she saying I'm a hack? Which is worse?" For the record, I think being normal is entirely overrated.)
The obit from the Times:
