Steve Gilliard, 1964-2007
It is with tremendous sadness that we must convey
the news that Steve Gilliard, editor and publisher of The News Blog,
passed away June 2, 2007. He was 42.
To those who have come to trust
The News Blog and its insightful, brash and unapologetic editorial
tone, we have Steve to thank from the bottom of our hearts. Steve helped
lead many discussions that mattered to all of us, and he tackled subjects
and interest categories where others feared to tread.
Please keep Steve's friends and family in your
thoughts and prayers.
Steve meant so much to us.
We will miss him terribly.
photo by lindsay beyerstein
Tom Watson: "Kurt Vonnegut’s Greatest Generation"
We'll miss you, Kurt
Thanks to Tom Watson for this cross-post
Kurt Vonnegut proposed an alternative version of World War II glory, a writhing and brutal portrait of internal turmoil and loss and madness that manifested its horror in a seemingly charming and picaresque line: foot-soldier Billy Pilgrim had become “unstuck in time.”
Slaughterhouse-Five belongs to the rarified antiwar prose of the post-war writing generation that includes Joseph Heller and Norman Mailer, the brand of story-telling that went beyond the “war is hell - but damn, it’s a great story” method of pulp fiction and John Wayne. He wrote about inner damage in the guise of science fiction and fantasy; Vonnegut created a terrifying alternative universe created on the ruins of still-living souls who had witnessed first-hand the worst men can do to other men.
But damn, if it wasn’t accessible to a 14-year-old. The combination of humour, and sex, and sci-fi, and words put Slaughterhouse-Five on every adolescent reading list my generation; it didn’t have to be assigned - it was sought out.
When news Vonnegut’s death broke early this morning, I immediately remembered that period of discovery - of revelation - that reading Slaughterhouse-Five and the canon of Vonnegut novels brought on. Those precious, quiet moments alone with the words and the realization that freedom of thought was entirely real, and that some people explored that freedom to the fullest.
Lance Mannion said this morning that he’s working hard to “write something fitting about the man whose books fell into the wrong hands one day.” It’s an apt description: Vonnegut was a best-selling author whose work was “adult” for its day. It was part of the charm, part of the lure. But then we were smacked over the head with Dresden and a chapter of the “Last Good War” saga that we didn’t know.
Vonnegut was a minor character in his own books because he’d lived through what he wanted to write about; he also wanted the reader to know who was God in Dresden, on Tralfamador, and back in Troy, New York. He. Kurt Vonnegut. The author, deus ex machina. In Vonnegut’s universe, there is no free will because he controls all movement. Being unstuck in time is Vonnegut’s wink at the author’s own power, but it’s also a shot at religious order. As one of his Tralfamadorian zoo-keepers drolly lets on: “I’ve visited thirty-one inhabited planets in the universe… Only on Earth is there any talk of free will.”
The absurdity of life fascinated Vonnegut, but it sure shocked a generation of young readers. Vonnegut - coming as his fame did as the 60s came to their bloody end - is directly responsible for the seething uncertainty and cynicism that inhabits the readers of my generation. We doubt, we scoff, we see corruption everywhere. If we’re optimists (and I am) we’re cynical optimists. We enjoy absurdity.
Vonnegut’s own shock came from the war; its explosion set him on his path. He discovered death and took it on (this too, made its mark on my generation). As Brendan Tween wrote this morning:
Vonnegut never pitched Death as a villain in his work, but more as a relief or a last resort. His characters longed for it, loathed it and fought it, yet accepted it as a reasonable and sensible conclusion once all other avenues had failed.
The incident that changed Vonnegut’s life and sent him on his path is well-known, but worth recounting briefly (with help from Wikipedia). As an advance scout with the U.S. 106th Infantry Division during the Battle of the Bulge, Vonnegut was cut off from his battalion and wandered alone behind enemy lines for several days until captured by German troops and put to work in Dresden, as it was targeted by the Allies for descruction.
Vonnegut was one of just seven American prisoners of war in Dresden to survive, in an underground meatpacking cellar known as Slaughterhouse Five. “Utter destruction,” he recalled. “Carnage unfathomable.” The Nazis put him to work gathering bodies for mass burial, Vonnegut explains. “But there were too many corpses to bury. So instead the Nazis sent in guys with flamethrowers. All these civilians’ remains were burned to ashes.”
To the end, that vision of human apocalypse haunted Kurt Vonnegut. Last August, he applied that vision to the global environmental crisis in a ghostly Rolling Stone interview - but there was little humor (and no sign of the attractive Montana Wildhack):
What’s going to happen is, very soon, we’re going to run out of petroleum, and everything depends on petroleum. And there go the school buses. There go the fire engines. The food trucks will come to a halt. This is the end of the world. We’ve become far too dependent on hydrocarbons, and it’s going to suddenly dry up. You talk about the gluttonous Roaring Twenties. That was nothing. We’re crazy, going crazy, about petroleum. It’s a drug like crack cocaine. Of course, the lunatic fringe of Christianity is welcoming the end of the world as the rapture. So I’m Jeremiah. It’s going to have to stop. I’m sorry.”
- posted by Tom Watson