Slaughterhouse-Five
Kurt Vonnegut Jr., 1969
A soldier unstuck from time, an invented planet, and a three-word shrug for every death the twentieth century could hand him.
Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
Vonnegut survived the 1945 firebombing of Dresden as a prisoner of war, held in a slaughterhouse cellar — the 'Slaughterhouse-Five' of the title.
Feels like death, melancholy and war.
The year the obituaries and the news bulletins became the same page.
Robert Kennedy, whose summer home is eight miles away from the home I live in all year round, was shot two nights ago. He died last night. So it goes.Martin Luther King was shot a month ago. He died, too. So it goes.And everyday my government gives me a count of corpses created by the military service in Vietnam. So it goes.My father died many years ago now — of natural causes. So it goes. He was a sweet man. He was a gun nut, too. He left me his guns. They rust. Books by Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
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