Now that Kurt Vonnegut is dead, I feel a slight despair within me. He said he wasn't going to write again, then, before his death, he wrote, "A Man Without A Country". It was a memmoir of sorts, mostly describing and becoming more intimate with Kurt as a person. I read it in a few hours, maybe one, last year and I don't believe I'll ever forget about it. I was entranced by how he hysterically represented the world and thrashed it's immoralities with the grace that could be compared to Mark Twain's more political short stories. However, then he went to say, just like Einstien and countless other greats, that he had given up on the world. The second I read the line of that surprising confession, I became vehement with the question, "why?" Why give up on the world? To me, an affcianado of philosophy, this was expected of Poe or Hemmingway, but why people like Vonnegut, who was always so full of life. I realized, being that this dilemma drove me insane, that perhaps, he meant something else. When I set the book down I was eager to figure out why, in his last book, he'd say that. Why, knowing his death was near and he'd never publish again, did he feel the need to give up. He obviously put a lot of effort into explaining why so many of the things going on needed change, he gave you strength throughout the book, he gave a will to fight, and then he left it all hanging in the darkness, telling us it was worthless and a lost cause. I couldn't believe it, and I think that was the secret; to make us stronger, to make us say no, to make us fight for what we believe in and never give up. He wanted us to carry on what so many have failed. Is this something used with a lot of writers, was it even the purpose of Vonnegut, I don't know, but everytime I think of that book, it brings a bit of brightness in my life. So, if you ever get the chanc to read it, read it. I'd like to know what someone else thinks.