vonnegutinspiredthought
So I admit, I was never a big fan of Vonnegut. I read some of his work, and they were really bloody good. Still, I wasn't really 'a fan', persay.
So it should be no surprise that I didn't care all too much when he died. I mean, yes, there was a tinge of "damn, there goes another one of the greats of our time"... but not truly devastated, so I didn't pay much more attention to it than "well, damn."
However, a friend of mine was pretty upset about it. He didn't know why himself the day of, but he was obviously agitated. Snarkier than usual, and... well, angry. He identified it later... I respect that kind of lamentation.
The thing that it highlighted for me, however, was the fact that I could tell he was agitated that day, but that same day, I was listening to a lot of other people talk about Vonnegut's death and how tragic it was... without getting any sense that they actually cared. If anything, I would bet that they were the ones that went immediately to clear out the shelves of every major bookstore of his work.
It's bloody disgusting. Is that all the lives of the greats amounted to? For their deaths to be made a farce by an army of fashionistas?
*sigh*
As my friend says: "can you let the man perform, without capitalizing on his DEAD BROTHER?? Jesus!"