I never knew who Kurt Vonnegut was. In my imaginative writing class, a boy showed up last fall with a grey shirt with huge block letters saying "VONNEGUT". Everybody was annoyed. Turns out he was a nice kid, but it was only at the end of the term that I talked to him and found that out. Good ol' me.
Last summer I found out Vonnegut is from Indiana. Today I found out he was born in Indianapolis. I decided I had to read something by this guy - he's a fellow Hoosier - although he might kill me for even saying that.
And this is what I found in Slaughterhouse-Five or the Children's Crusade:
"Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from things she found in gift shops."
I like him. As much as I like Anne Lamott.
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