(The first line of first page.) All this happened, more or less.
So it goes. Fatalist, but not
defeatist. You have to laugh at yourself or you’d cry your eyes out if you
didn’t…am I wrong?
Vonnegut, what a quirky guy, he was our
late end of the 20th Century Mark Twain—the biting humor can make my eyes
water—if only I could be so adroit in my observations of the world—I try,
really I do. I just love his way of telling it like it is and then going over
the edge of reality into aliens and time traveling. Was it all about
PSTD—surviving as a POW in Germany during the bombing of Dresden is nightmarish
enough—why not?
Whatever, sometimes a writer has to do
what a writer has to do to tell the story, making up shit as we go along, and
throw in a few aliens to make a point—
So it goes—this
phrase occurs 106 times (Don't be silly, I didn’t count them, I discovered that
bit ‘o trivial trivia on the internet.) There were times I wanted to run
screaming into the night only because he’s right. And it’s because he’s right
and has the audacity to bite the reader in the nose one time too many with
truths in disguise of fiction that this book is very often “banned” for its
being indecent, anti-Christian—irreverent in its relevance, if that makes any
sense. Banning books because of their content makes no sense to me
whatsoever—(come on, ban one of my books!) Just that it is still considered
controversial sings its impertinence to be timeless. Individuals (or groups)
who initiate the banning of certain books are insecure in their beliefs and
just can’t stand someone else having an opinion that goes against their
grain—get a hold of yourself. Please. It’s only a book—a book for goodness
sake—not just any book—shhh, listen, hear the words? It’s Slaughterhouse-Five.
So it goes.
