In 1983, one of the publications I wrote for was the UK edition of Penthouse, then under the editorship of Jonathan Bouquet. Despite having some reservations about the magazine, I have to confess it gave me the opportunity to interview several people I’d never otherwise have been given access to. This was because the magazine was going to sell anyway, so the feature content could be anything the editor wanted it to be. Jonathan had good taste in music and literature, and gave me some plum jobs, one of which was interviewing Kurt Vonnegut.
I’d been a Vonnegut fan ever since a friend of mine, Dave Watterson, introduced me to Cat’s Cradle and I can safely say that Vonnegut’s writings have provided me with a lot of the raw material from which I cobbled together my own little approach to living on earth.
I seem to recall I was preceded in the interview queue by Charles Shaar-Murray which made me a little nervous. I rarely get nervous before an interview, but I did find myself wondering if my questions would be as incisive and perceptive as Charles’s. I’ve no idea whether they were or weren’t, but Vonnegut was absolutely enchanting.
So here’s my diary entry from that day, complete with Vonnegut’s autograph.