Kurt Vonnegut died last night. Probably my favorite author, I got hooked after picking up a battered copy of “Breakfast of Champions” at a thrift store in high school, though it was “Mother Night”, his earlier work, that really stuck in my head. Of the American double-agent embedded in the Third Reich so deeply that he rose to the upper eschelons of power, he wrote:

This book is rededicated to Howard W. Campbell, Jr., a man who served evil too openly and good too secretly, the crime of his times.

So it goes.