When Franz Kafka was near death he asked that all of his
unpublished work be destroyed. The fact that this wish was not granted gave us all of Kafka's greatest work. If
his wishes had been carried out he might be simply an obscure footnote in literature and the only work of his that would likely
still be read is the Metamorphosis. This is why I have mixed feelings about posthumously published work.
On one level I'd like to think that my dying wishes would be honored and I see most posthumous work as shallow attempts to
cash in by family members and publishers but I've read a good deal of unpublished material that has left me scratching my
head at why this material has not seen the light of day before and eternally grateful that it has finally been let loose on
the world.
Such a work is Kurt Vonnegut's Armageddon
in Retrospect, a collection of short stories that seems as
good as anything Vonnegut has ever written and the best thing published since Breakfast of Champions back
in 1973. Some opinions may differ on this point but I've found most of Vonnegut's work over the last few decades of
his life to be merely rehashes of earlier superior writing and as much fun as a novel like Slapstick or Timequake may have been they lacked either the depth or innovation that Sirens of Titan, Mother Night, Cat's Cradle or Slaughter
House Five had. Maybe I just found Vonnegut's search
for a unique style and developing of his craft more interesting then his arrival at his final destination.
Despite an introduction by his son mark Vonnegut there never is much clarity on what Vonnegut thought of the material presented
or whether he thought it was good or even publishable. In the introduction to Bagombo Snuff Box, a collection of his early work, Vonnegut was very critical of the work collected and even stated that though he reworked
most of the stories he still didn't think it was very good. While not as good as Welcome to the Monkey, his best short story collection, I found that book highly enjoyable.
I imagine Vonnegut might have put a similar disclaimer ahead of this book and if so he would not have only been too harsh
a critic of his own work but would have been dead wrong.