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69th book of 2024.
Vonnegut was a big part of my early 20s, and I haven't read anything of his for a little while. I used to religiously wear a t-shirt that had the gravestone on it that read EVERYTHING WAS BEAUTIFUL AND NOTHING HURT. Slaughterhouse-Five shook up what I thought a novel could be or do. And I guess in a way, something of Vonnegut's humour and worldview helped me construct mine as adulthood became something I no longer looked at from afar but was a 'part' of.
After watching Hozier at Finsbury Park, I had some time in the city. I read this cross-legged in Foyles in London the other day. I have a bad habit of reading books in bookshops so I don't have to buy them. It's maybe unethical.
Vonnegut dies a lot in 'controlled near-death experience[s]'. When dead, he goes to the 'blue tunnel' and meets the other men and women who have gone to heaven. There is no hell. So he even meets Hitler up there. It's sometimes hard to know whether we should laugh or not. Hitler says to Vonnegut, "I paid my dues along with everybody else", and that he hopes a 'stone cross, since he was a Christian' be placed on the grounds of the United Nations headquarters in New York, dated '1889-1945', and read, '"Entschuldigen Sie." Roughly translated into English, this comes out, "I Beg Your Pardon," or "Excuse me."'
Mary Shelley, after Vonnegut tells her that people are always calling the monster 'Frankenstein', replies, "That's not so ignorant after all. There are two monsters in my story, not one. And one of them, the scientist, is indeed named Frankenstein."
I did laugh (as in, I didn't laugh at all, but my brain was tickled), when Vonnegut said he was asked to provide some filler and interview someone who is actually alive: 'He is science-fiction writer Kilgore Trout.'
But Vonnegut also chats to Isaac Asimov, Shakespeare, Sir Isaac Newton, and more.
Fun for those who already have a soft spot for old Kurt.
Vonnegut was a big part of my early 20s, and I haven't read anything of his for a little while. I used to religiously wear a t-shirt that had the gravestone on it that read EVERYTHING WAS BEAUTIFUL AND NOTHING HURT. Slaughterhouse-Five shook up what I thought a novel could be or do. And I guess in a way, something of Vonnegut's humour and worldview helped me construct mine as adulthood became something I no longer looked at from afar but was a 'part' of.
After watching Hozier at Finsbury Park, I had some time in the city. I read this cross-legged in Foyles in London the other day. I have a bad habit of reading books in bookshops so I don't have to buy them. It's maybe unethical.
Vonnegut dies a lot in 'controlled near-death experience[s]'. When dead, he goes to the 'blue tunnel' and meets the other men and women who have gone to heaven. There is no hell. So he even meets Hitler up there. It's sometimes hard to know whether we should laugh or not. Hitler says to Vonnegut, "I paid my dues along with everybody else", and that he hopes a 'stone cross, since he was a Christian' be placed on the grounds of the United Nations headquarters in New York, dated '1889-1945', and read, '"Entschuldigen Sie." Roughly translated into English, this comes out, "I Beg Your Pardon," or "Excuse me."'
Mary Shelley, after Vonnegut tells her that people are always calling the monster 'Frankenstein', replies, "That's not so ignorant after all. There are two monsters in my story, not one. And one of them, the scientist, is indeed named Frankenstein."
I did laugh (as in, I didn't laugh at all, but my brain was tickled), when Vonnegut said he was asked to provide some filler and interview someone who is actually alive: 'He is science-fiction writer Kilgore Trout.'
But Vonnegut also chats to Isaac Asimov, Shakespeare, Sir Isaac Newton, and more.
Fun for those who already have a soft spot for old Kurt.