Only Because I'm Obligated

Kurt Vonnegut, Novelist Who Caught the Imagination of His Age, Is Dead at 84

I've never read any of that hipster shit, but I'm sure it has to be decent judging by the number of people who like to read him (which is a dangerous assumption to make).

Nothing validates an artist's work more than his or her own death, so we'll see how this irons out. Maybe I'll even borrow one of his books.