Kurt Vonnegut, whose dark comic talent and urgent moral vision in novels like “Slaughterhouse-Five,” “Cat’s Cradle” and “God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater” caught the temper of his times and the imagination of a generation, died last night in Manhattan.
So it goes.
He was the great American novelist.
I will try to say something appropriate later.
God bless you, Mr. Vonnegut.
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