Missy, our kitten, is smacking her whiskers at the sight of my books. She thinks they are fabulous. I agree.
Vonnegut is this fashionable author, favored by the young and the old. Maybe I’m wrong, but he’s still very much revered and such a cult author.
A year ago I listened to a bit of Breakfast for Champions. I watch this movie, Boyhood, and the boy who was then in junior high, was talking to a girl in his school as they were walking home through a nice alley, and she candidly tells him that, like him, she too liked reading. I’m paraphrasing: I’m reading To Kill a Mockingbird, and you?, I’m reading Breakfast for Champions, he replies.
His books pop up often at my Goodreads feed. so I tried, but Breakfast for Champions was too crude for me. Some books I just can’t read. This is one of them. And that says nothing, obviously, about the quality of the book. It’s simply not for me.
Maximilian, though, was the one who made me want to read this title instead, -not explicitly, but I decided to do so when I heard him say this book brought him to literature when he was an adolescent and his father recommended it to him. And I’m glad I gave this author another try. I was instantly drawn to this book. It’s fiction, but it’s strongly real. I appreciate Vonnegut’s skill to write a book that’s more than a book about the war. It’s the experience of the war at many levels, and the madness it left in those who experienced it first hand. I’m glad to have read it.
It’s very unique in its form, and though it may sound strange, it makes perfect sense, and it’s a mystery to me how I could connect with the odd events and characters in it. I didn’t know there’s a movie that was made three years after its publication. (I may try to watch it at one point).
There’s a strange point of convergence between Slaughterhouse Five and The Divine Conspiracy. I read Willard’s book in no less than nine months. The last chapters were very rewarding. They are the culmination of the rest of the book. Willard talks about the christian curriculum, the christian disciplines, and about heaven. There will be no time constrains in heaven. This is where I find a commonality with Vonnegut’s book. The Tralfamadorians are a fictional alien race in several of Vonnegut’s books. There’s no death for them, since they can see all events in their life, from birth to death, all at the same ‘time’. I will only do a poor job trying to recreate what we are told about this alien race and their different make up. I just thought that the description of time sounded like what it would be for an eternal being, or for us when we, as Willard says, move on to the eternal realm, which would be a continuation, or the beginning of unlimited life.
If all this sounds too crazy, or too confusing, it’s just my inadequacy to bring two amazing books to your consideration. Reading them will be a much better experience than my incomplete narration of what you’d find in them.
I believe I ended 2018, and started 2019 very solidly in terms of my reading. My idea of focusing on my own books for 2019, has being wonderful. It’s a pleasure to look at those books, write about them, and I appreciate all of you who have read any of them telling me how much you like them. Many of you love many of my picks, I know I’m going to love them too.