A Complete List of Kurt Vonnegut Books

Other than Mark Twain, Kurt Vonnegut is my all-time favorite author. He had a knack for saying things that nobody else could, or finding better ways to say things that everyone was already saying. His imagination was as close to bottomless as I’ve ever seen. He was able to write scathing indictments of norms and behaviors and thoughts all while telling stories. Vonnegut rarely had to come right out and say anything–we got his point simply by reading the stories and drawing the only possible conclusions from them.

He was a gifted writer, a wonderful human, and if there is a heaven, I hope he is there and I’ll get to meet him one day. Below is a bibliography of Mr. Vonnegut’s books. There are still some unpublished writings out there that continue to trickle out, so we may not hit the end for a while yet.

Novels by Kurt Vonnegut

1. Player Piano

2. The Sirens of Titan

3. Mother Night

4. Cat’s Cradle

5. God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater

6. Slaughterhouse Five

7. Breakfast of Champions

8. Slapstick

9. Jailbird

10. Deadeye Dick

11. Galapagos

12. Bluebeard

13. Hocus Pocus

14. Timequake

Story Collections and essays

1. Canary In a Cathouse

2. Harrison Bergeron

3. Welcome To The Monkey House

4. Wampeters, Foma, and Granfaloons

5. Palm Sunday

6. Nothing is Lost Save Honor

7. Fates Worse Than Death

8. Bagombo Snuff Box

9. God Bless You, Dr. Kevorkian

10. A Man Without A Country

11. Armageddon In Retrospect

12. Look At The Birdie

13. While Mortals Sleep (This one will apparently be coming out in 2011 and will be fiction)

We all have our favorite Vonnegut books. I have read all of the books on this list at least twice. It is often on the rereadings that I truly figure out which are my favorites. And as my own circumstances change, my own opinions change, and the books change as well.

I’ve never found another author whose books deserve to be reread the way Kurt’s books do. I miss the man and the thought that one day we’ll have nothing new, even posthumously, makes me sad. But I’m thrilled that he was able to write as much as he was.