Reading Donald Barthelme might be fairly called a moral imperative for an amoral world. In his own nonsensical way he makes sense of things, Big Things of Life, like sex and sadness, time and toys. He has been missed, even with so few having paid notice. That’s the way these things work. It’s not that the Great Ones are noticed after their death. That’s just happenstance. No. The Great Ones are those who are missed even when nobody knows they are missing.