If Your Art Isn't Broken, It Isn't of Our World

And other lessons from Kurt Vonnegut's Bluebeard

I should have liked very much to have been as “stupid” as Kurt Vonnegut.

But you never know—maybe there’s still time.

Years back, a then-friend of mine read Slaughterhouse-Five, because it was on all the big lists of Great Literature, yet had somehow slipped his notice while reading many other Great Works instead. I certainly never pushed him to read it. …