On the passing of a Legend
by Jesse 'Daffodil-7' Willey

Some of you might not have heard-- but one of the real legends of the genre died a couple of weeks ago. He never wrote any comic books. He even claimed he didn't write science fiction. Hi ho.

I refer of course to Kurt 'Daffodil-11' Vonnegut Jr.

Why is this being covered by a comics and science fiction magazine if Vonnegut said he never wrote science fiction? I'd argue that not only were Sirens of Titan, Slaughterhouse Five and Slapstick science fiction novels but they are amongst some of the best science fiction novels ever written.

If you haven't read them-- go do so. This column will still be here.

 

 

 

Okay -- you done with them? Pretty gripping stuff. My science fiction writing professor always said the difference between sci-fi (stuff like Star Trek, Star Wars and the like) and science fiction was like the difference between a cheeseburger and a steak. In which case I guess some would argue the difference between science fiction and even Vonnegut at his worst is like the difference between a steak dinner and a lobster dinner with a side order of steak wing tips dipped lightly in white wine sauce and a garden salad.

To me the real joy of Vonnegut's work is that even in the extremely bizarre cases like 'Slaughterhouse Five' and Slapstick he made the improbable and strange fantasy elements so wild and wonderful that regardless of the fact that most of the science didn't work -- you wanted to believe. In fact throughout Slaughterhouse Five I found the 'weird' elements less strange than the documented historical events.

Vonnegut's style is such that it is sometimes hard not to want to turn to the next page. I read Slaughterhouse Five in just under a day. I picked up Slapstick at a used book store the day I found out he died. The next week I started reading it. I laughed myself silly. So much so that while I was sitting at my desk during break time my co-workers wanted to know what the hell was wrong with me. People on the bus stared at me funny. To tell the truth -- I loved every minute of it. It was like a private little joke that only I would get. And the joke is: Hi Ho.

This isn't going to do this right . . . I'm not going to fill up the last paragraph with a bunch of Vonnegut's many catch phrases. People who do that are usually not bright enough to say anything new for themselves. Oh -- a bar on the screen that says 'And so it goes' is appropriate tribute for a blog entry or the closing credits of The Daily Show . . . but it is disrespectful for a full blown retrospective. So they'll be none of that. Not even a Hi Ho. Especially not any Hi Hos.


On the passing of a Legend
by Maxwill P. Larkin

Some of you might not have heard-- but one of the real legends of the genre died a couple of weeks ago. He never wrote any comic books. I believe he may have plotted a few of them. We may never know all the things he worked on.

I am of course, referring to the sci-fi author extraordinaire Kilgore Trout. Trout was a true grandmaster of science fiction. It is a shame so little of his work actually survives. Well actually -- none of it remains in print. Most of it was done in cheap pulps, porn mags and poster books and go for a bundle if you're lucky enough to find them on Ebay.

Trout served some time in prison. No one is sure what exactly he did. One account -- as told by Kurt Vonnegut in Jailbird -- claims Trout was the only man convicted of treason during the Korean War. This however can not be verified since oddly enough they both passed away on the same night.

Both during (and after) his prison sentence Trout was prolific. So prolific in fact that he had at least three other professional pennames and had enough left over ideas that he sold them to other writers as a side venture.

A world class science fiction writer who I won't name (because he's very litigious and in case of a law suit I'd have to REPENT for it like a Harlequin until I had no cash left) was once asked where writers get their ideas. He told a tale of writing letters to a man in Schenectady, New York who would give you a guaranteed seller of a plot for ten percent of what you make off the story. Many at the convention believed most writers went to talk to him.

Very few people knew he was actually talking about Kilgore Trout. Many people know that Kilgore Trout worked with Kurt Vonnegut. A fact Vonnegut brought up in any book that Kilgore contributed to. This lead to a falling out between the two of them for some time. (Something Vonnegut refers to himself in Breakfast of Champions which was written after they reconciled their differences.)

Trout was a very private individual after his release from prison. He made only one media appearance after his release. This became the basis for Breakfast of Champions. Vonnegut's use of his persona in so many of his novels had made him even more sought after by the literary lunatic fringe than J.D. Salinger.

I was at a used book store the other day when I found an actual Kilgore Trout novel in a bargain bin for 50 cents. It was science fiction novel about economics. The very one mentioned at the end of Kurt Vonnegut's Jailbird. Oddly enough -- it had a lot of the same characters as Vonnegut's (including Roy M. Cohn) but Trout's tale was not a comedy. Reading both books back to back, first Vonnegut's comedy and then Trout's version was interesting.

The difference between science fiction and the works of Kilgore Trout is like the difference between a steak and a lobster dinner with a side order of steak wing tips lightly dipped in white wine sauce and a garden salad with a slice of chocolate cake at the end.

I mean no disrespect to Mister Vonnegut.

I just wish the media had given Kilgore his due.


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