bailedUgh, this is so frustrating. I love a good classic sci-fi story, especially when it‘s talking about catastrophic events happening on earth and to the environment. I just couldn‘t get on with the writing style I think. I can see where the author was taking us and what they were trying to say but I just couldn‘t connect with any of it. I‘ve been trudging through this book for so long and I just need to give up.
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pickAfter reading Timequake, I was left wondering what Vonnegut would have thought about technology and science in our current climate, Post-COVID.
In the book, mankind has 10 years to figure out its next move and they don‘t or can‘t or won‘t. There‘s nothing more pessimistic than that… and of course the humanist in me agrees with the synopsis. If television is an eraser, what is Google, AI, and Social Media doing to our awareness?
Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It‘s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It‘s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you‘ve got about a hundred years here. There‘s only one rule that I know of, babies—:
God damn it, you‘ve got to be kind.
pickA collection of Vonnegut's previously published short stories that were not included in Welcome to the Monkey House. Like most short story collections, the quality varies - a few were truly excellent, most good, and a few "meh". As a document of a writer in the process of finding himself, I would highly recommend it. It was cool to see so many of the elements of his later novels popping up here in fits and starts.
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At noon, Wednesday, July 26th, windowpanes in the small mountain towns of Sevier County, Tennessee, were rattled by the shock and faint thunder of a distant explosion rolling down the northwest slopes of the Great Smokies.
Confetti #1 (Peculiar Travel Suggestions...) 2004
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so-soI agree with Vonnegut‘s own assessment that this novel gets a grade of C. It reads as his own catharsis or purging of ideas. He writes in the intro, “I think I am trying to make my head as empty as it was when I was born into this damaged planet fifty years ago.” That holds up. If it wasn‘t for the excellent Kilgore Trout appearances and the rather scathing first chapter, I would have panned this. ⬇️
