LITERATURE: Vonnegut

Something that I rarely do, and yet it’s not that I have never seen an image of the man before: Without immediate immersion in the story, I think upon the dustjacket of Slaughterhouse Five.

Kurt Vonnegut.  The name itself is visceral.  Aside from just the gut, the K, the V, the G and Ts are hard-edge, cutting sounds.  I half expect the images McCarthy draws.  The photo of the man is a bit disturbing; a young Mark Twain on drugs.  This is appearance only, and opinion only.  And imagination truly.  But it forms a preface even to the preface of this intrigueing thought:

"The British mathematician Stephen Hawking, in his 1988 best seller A Brief History of Time, found it tantalizing that we could not remember the future.  But the future is child’s play for me now.  I know what will become of my helpless, trusting babies because they are grown-ups now.  I know how my closest friends will end up because so many of them are retired or dead.  Mary O’Hare is a widow now."  (Slaughterhouse-Five, p. xi)

So then, the future is known; it is only a question of time in when we learn it.  Just like trigonometry; a mystery until it changes into knowledge.  I love this thought.

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