Who knew a string of fictional deaths would bring Kurt Vonnegut back to life?
It's the rare author who digs his past up, puts it on display like a fossil, AND includes rad stories about sports cars.
I don’t want my final book to be a piece of crap. At the end of his life, Mark Twain was writing mostly crap.
Following 1981's Palm Sunday, Kurt Vonnegut wrote his last major stretch of novels.
By 1990, Kurt Vonnegut had a pretty good grasp of what he was doing.
Have you ever been to a modern art museum and seen a piece that's just a couple splatters of paint on a blank canvas
Kurt Vonnegut's 1985 novel Galapagos is a day after tomorrow story of the world ending, but also not ending, told from one million years in the future.
Kurt Vonnegut's 1982 novel, Deadeye Dick plays out like a sort of greatest hits version of a Coen brothers movie.