Twenty-Fifteen: I’m doing something I’ve been putting off for far too long. I’m getting serious about reading, again. I’ve dusted off my paperbacks and charged up my Kindle. It’s time to take the time to feed my poor television-adled brain with a selection of healthy, nourishing fiction. So, read on, little brain. Read on. We’re going Book to the Future!
I’ve had some Vonnegut on my reading list for a very long while, but I never seem to be in the right mood. TO be perfectly honest, I’ve picked up a few of this unique author’s works over the years but –after a few dozen pages– bailed on all of them because –I think– you need to be in the right frame of mind to keep pushing through one of his mind-benders.
So, I picked up “Slaughterhouse Five” by Kurt Vonnegut as the ninth selection in this book-reading-drive that I’m on and plucked my way through he first and (from what I’ve read elsewhere online) most rationally sensible chapter of the book.
Apparently it gets weird from here on out.
Of course you’ve heard about this book. It’s one of those “I’ve heard the title but can’t tell you anything about it” books that everyone has on their B-list somewhere. I was reading downstairs in my basement dungeon and when I went wandering back up to the land of life and light Karin asks “so, what were you doing?”
“Oh,” she says. “You started a new book? Which one?”
“Slaughterhouse Five.” I say.
“Kurt Vonnegut, right?” She asks hesitantly. “Why do know that?”
I think we all just do. But I don’t think I know many people who know more about it than the title. I guess I’m going to find out for myself. So it goes. So, read on.