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There is no doubt in anyone’s mind that Kurt Vonnegut was a literary genius. From Slaughterhouse Five to Jailbird, every piece of work that the man produced was pure gold. So, if you’re a fan of Kilgore Trout, pull up a seat and learn more about this incredible author.
1. Science Was His Thing
Vonnegut never really formally studied literature, but instead studied chemistry and biology at Cornell University before enlisting in the United States Army. After serving in World War II, he attended the University of Chicago to study sociology.
2. Never Again
After penning Slaughterhouse Five, Vonnegut fell into a deep depression, where he vowed never ever to write another novel again. Instead, he had wanted to finish up a play which he had titled Happy Birthday, Wanda June. Eventually, though, he did pick up his pen again, starting over with Breakfast of Champions.
3. He Drew
Not only did Vonnegut know how to write, but he was also an accomplished graphic artist as well. He never expected to become an accomplished artist, but after the drawing of a locket appeared in his novel Slaughterhouse Five, he began to be recognized as an artist. He eventually picked up the habit and practiced in a more formal setting.
4. He Hated Semicolons
It’s true. Vonnegut was very vehement against the semicolon, saying such things about them as, “They are transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. All they do is show you’ve been to college.”
According to an article in the Saturday Evening Post, Vonnegut owned a red rooster lamp, by which he would always write under the light of.
6. Typewriters All The Way
Vonnegut did not like using computers. He insisted upon using a typewriter because he loved the feeling of it. It’s kind of awesome when you think about it.
There was once a time where Vonnegut decided that he would grade his own books. For Slaughterhouse Five, he gave himself an A +, Happy Birthday Wanda June received a B -, Welcome To The Monkey House received a C, and Breakfast of Champions, a D. He was pretty tough on himself. So it goes.
Vonnegut survived the bombing of Dresden and was sent home with a purple heart for contracting frostbite during the war.