“That’s the attractive thing about war. Absolutely everybody gets a little something.”
Slaughter House Five is both a fantastic anti-war and a great work of ‘Black Humor’. Both allowing the audience to answer and question the repugnance of war, whilst critiquing our societies morality mixed and bathed in conditions of knee slapping humor and moments of deep despair. Who would have though a book about WWII and the Dresden firebombing event, could be so hilarious and yet frightening?
Nevertheless, it’s interesting to see how the author had unraveled his pen to create the story. He mentions that books just come to him, as he can only be thankful: for what he writes, just comes to him. This could explain his wild imagination regarding the sci-fi portions of the novel, the Tralfamdore (alien race that can see in 4 dimensions) and time warping… What is interesting, is that it’s not that much sci-fi as a theory of reality. Drawing on proportions of quantum physics and dipping into the chasms of ‘string’ theory’, it truly delineates from normal story telling thus making this book a unique experience for the reader.
One thing that should also be noted, is that he had trouble putting content in the book. In which, he included the sci-fi portions through the story telling of Tralfamadore and through Kilgore Trout (pseudonym). He goes into a sci-fi adventure through physics and war, whilst telling the readers of the sci-fi plots in a paragraph (To which, each one represents a symbol/reflection of society, or a reoccurring motif). He once said “It’s fun-er to actually create a sci-fi plot in a couple of sentences than writing the damn thing” – To which I want to begin scribbling my note-book of sci-fi plots no more than a paragraphs length, critiquing society in a callously humorous tongue.
In all, I have to say this book had me engaged. It was a story of a man’s entire life, mainly spent reminiscing and exploring a grim past. Though, Kurt coated the words with droplets of laughing ecstasy, and melancholy riddling, to which my brain fully indulged. With tongue and eyes spanning out, like a village idiot does when it rains, I could not alleviate the visions from the book. Needless to say, it was actually a funny and sad book that had one thinking of the reality of our situations in America and wonder where we stand as a species.
“Billy made a noise like a small, rusty hinge. He had just emptied his seminal vesicles into Valencia…”
A wonderful work done by a wonderful writer.