Last year, the literary world lost a great and profound writer. When Kurt Vonnegut passed away in April of 2007, my first thought was that we would never again be let into his weirdly beautiful disjointed worlds that mirror ours with broken images. But then, after some silent mourning, I began to realize... if any writer still exists post-mortem, it is Kurt Vonnegut. He is, in his own words, "unstuck in time".

READ magazine published a time travelling issue last year in which we adapted Vonnegut's classic novel, Slaughterhouse Five, into a Readers' Theater play. That was one of my favorite READ plays to work on. Besides that, I've read a lot of Vonnegut's novels but still have at least half of his library to enjoy. I'm very glad for that.

Happy Birthday to you, Kurt. I miss you now. But I will read you soon.

You are not a bug stuck in amber. :)