Since I was in High School I have crossed paths with the literary outpourings of Kurt Vonnegut. However it was only about 2 months ago that I really sat down and read him, read him. For someone who attempts to write satire, reading Vonnegut was like pigging out on comfort food.
Many readers have told me they like my style of writing here on this blog and I every time I hear that I am shocked and blown away. I find that writing about issues that are taboo, or have a sense of humor is generally frowned upon in real life. I feel that when one writing biting satire a lot of people do not realize that it comes from a place of sincere care. When I see the stats of people getting killed by gun, and how the NRA having our politicians in their back pockets, keeps us from changing legislation about gun, I get angry and saddened, because unbeknownst to many I am a softie. I like people and feel that we can do much better. I feel that while a utopia will never exist we can improve.
Anyways check out this quote from good ole Kurt
“As I approached my fiftieth birthday, I had become more and more enraged and mystified by the idiot decisions made by my countrymen. And then I had come suddenly to pity them, for I understood how innocent and natural it was for them to behave so abominably, and with such abominable results: They were doing their best to live like people invented in story books. This was the reason Americans shot each other so often: It was a convenient literary device for ending short stories and books.
Why were so many Americans treated by their government as though their lives were as disposable as paper facial tis-sues? Because that was the way authors customarily treated bit-part players in their made-up tales.
And so on.Once I understood what was making America such a dangerous, unhappy nation of people who had nothing to do with real life, I resolved to shun storytelling. I would write about life. Every person would be exactly as important as any other. All facts would also be given equal weightiness. Nothing would be left out. Let others bring order to chaos. I would bring chaos to order, instead, which I think I have done. If all writers would do that, then perhaps citizens not in the literary trades will understand that there is no order in the world around us, that we must adapt ourselves to the requirements of chaos instead. It is hard to adapt to chaos, but it can be done. I am living proof of that: It can be done.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions