0008 | Breakfast of Champions – Kurt Vonnegut




Well it started out okay with some of Vonnegut’s witty aphorisms causing me to laugh out loud on the bus. But as the book went on, and particularly as Vonnegut himself appeared more and more in the novel, I felt like the whole thing was coming off the rails. It did actually implode in a self-destructive kind of fantasy at the end. I felt like I was losing my grip on everything in it as it progressed.

I also found myself confused by abstract details Vonnegut inserts possibly simply to get a reaction and study it (penis sizes anyone?) I kind of felt like the author was toying with me, kind of setting up a practical joke and hiding in the bushes waiting for me to act shocked while he sniggered into his sleeve. Yep… that’s exactly how I felt. Well, grow up and do something useful…

The story… well there is one but it’s not going to engage you much. I think Vonnegut is better at non-fiction though, I have to say, not by much.

Here and there are passages worthy of contemplation but it seems an awfully opaque way to make a point, if there were points. Disappointing, and so on…

This is a tale of a meeting of two lonesome skinny fairly old white men on a planet which was dying fast.

solipsistic: pertaining to the belief that no one exists other than oneself.
nacreous: Having a pearly sheen. Found in molluscs.

Make me young, make me young, make me young, etc.

terrible > poor > mediocre > okay > good > very good > excellent > superb

2007 – Feb

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