That subject line is supposed to be a “play” on the novel The Man in the Grey Flannel Suit, a searing midcentury indictment of American corporate culture. I’m just clever as clever today.
Kurt Vonnegut died yesterday. I wrote an obituary-slash-tribute for him here. You can almost smell the smoke rising from the ears of all the literary journalists racing to get their Vonnegut eulogies up online. Very sad, though at the same time it’s hard to imagine a writer better-prepared to face death than Vonnegut.
