Title: A Fine Farewell
Product review: Truthfully, I was hoping for a novel, a last hurrah with Vonnegut as one of the characters, ala "Breakfast of Champions." So I was slightly annoyed during the first few chapters, even though I was laughing out loud. But once I got comfortable with the fact that this is more a memoir than a fiction, I couldn't put it down. As Vonnegut says in the book, people like to know who it is that is creating the art they enjoy. That's part of the game. Vonnegut has always let us in, always shared himself almost in equal measure with his creations; his creations are richer for it. This book is a heartfelt letter from an old friend: still making me laugh, still touching in his humanity, still stubbornly trying to be decent in an indecent world. In the first chapter, he says " . . . a plausible mission of artists is to make people appreciate being alive at least a little bit. I am then asked if I know of any artists who pulled that off. I reply, 'The Beatles did.'" So has Kurt Vonnegut.
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