Sometime around twenty years ago, I read my first Vonnegut novel (probably Slaughterhouse Five, maybe Cat's Cradle), and told my father I wanted to be the next Kurt Vonnegut. He suggested that instead I try to be the first Mike Terry.
It was good advice, but my admiration for Vonnegut's work has remained (though I didn't love everything). Now he's gone. I think I'm going to get all his books that I haven't read or didn't love and give them another try.