Slaughterhouse-Five or The Children’s Crusade: A Duty Dance with Death by Kurt Vonnegut
This was published in 1969. It took me a few days to read, and while it wasn’t difficult, I couldn’t speed read it like normal. I think this is because I was afraid to miss something.
8 out of 10 optometrists say this book is awesome.
This book was amazing. Completely whack, and I feel like just by reading it you get high, but amazing. It starts, I believe, with the author himself narrating, from his point of view. He tells us what the book is about, who it’s about, some of the stuff that is important, the first and last sentence of the book, why it’s named the way it is- basically if you have any questions, he answers them there. And then you read the book, which tells the tale of Billy Pilgrim, a sad sort of fellow who, like Kurt, had the misfortune of being present at the fire-bombing of Dresden in February of 1945. He also was abducted by aliens who exist in every moment of time that they exist, and he has come unstuck in time. Thus you experience everything out of order, just like Billy. The worst experience is probably the fire-bombing. The abduction is crappy too, but the only thing that is bad is that no one believes him (would you?). Because of his un-stuck-in-time-ness, Billy knows when things are going to happen, and so do you. The book ends just like Kurt says it will end.
Mind-blowing. Navel contemplatingly deep. Hysterical. Terrifying.
I can’t believe I’ve never read anything by Kurt Vonnegut before, and I totally get why people would want to ban this book. You gotta think to read it, and that’s some dangerous shit man.
So it goes.