
If it's late at night, and you suddenly notice the aroma of mustard gas and roses, it might be Kurt Vonnegut calling from beyond the grave.
I deny the fact that he's dead. Surely he's living on some tropical island right now, neighbor to Hitler and Elvis.
Anyway, there's a new collection of Vonnegut essays just released. I haven't read them yet, but I urge you to pick up a copy.
Some reviewers have said that this collection isn't his best, but even bad, dead Vonnegut is better than 99% of any good, living author writing today...
http://www.amazon.com/Armageddon-Retrospect-Kurt-Vonnegut/dp/0399155082/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1208929323&sr=8-1
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