Breakfast Of Champions is vintage Vonnegut. One of his favorite characters, aging writer Kilgore Trout, finds to his horror that a Midwest car dealer is taking his fiction as truth. The result is murderously funny satire as Vonnegut looks at war, ...
at war, sex, racism, success, politics, and pollution in America and reminds us how to see the truth.
In this period I had to work hard. I had to face with many problems. But, back home late at night, Breakfast of Champions was there, waiting for me. And all went quiet.
Listen, this is a tale of a meeting of two lonesome, skinny, fairly old white
..."white men on a planet which is dying fast. Tale written by Philboyd Studge or Kilgore Trout or The Creator of the Universe and then, by Vonnegut himself. And so on. Ah ah ah.
Half Swift half Voltaire of the second half of twentieth century, Kurt Vonnegut never fails to amuse me, to surprise me.
P.S What a coincidence, I read this book when approaching my fiftieth birthday, just like the author when he wrote the book.
"Once I understood what was making America such a dangerous, unhappy nation of people who had nothing to do with real life, I resolved to shun storytelling. I would write about life. Every person would be exactly as important as any other. All facts
..." would also be given equal weightiness. Nothing would be left out. Let others bring order to chaos. I would bring chaos to order, instead, which I think I have done. If all writers would do that, then perhaps citizens not in the literary trades will understand that there is no order in the world around us, that we must adapt ourselves to the requirements of chaos instead. It is hard to adapt to chaos, but it can be done. I am living proof of that: It can be done."Continua...Nascondi
But while Dwayne babbled to his Labrador retriever about love, Trout sneered and muttered to his parakeet about the end of the world. "Anytime now," he would say. "And high time too."...Trout supposed that when the atmosphere became poisonous, Bill
...came poisonous, Bill would keel over a few minutes before Trout did. He would kid Bill about that. "How's the old respiration, Bill?" he'd say, or, "Seems like you've got a touch of the old emphysema, Bill," or, "We never discussed what kind of a funeral you want, Bill. You never even told me what your religion is." And so on.Continua...Nascondi
"Mr Trout - Kilgore-" I said,"I hold in my hand a symbol of wholenesss and harmony and nourishment. It is Oriental in its semplicity, but we are Americans, Kilgore, not Chinamen. We Americans require symbols which are richly coloured, and three
... dimensinal and juicy. Most of all we have hunger for symbols which have not been poisoned by great sins our nation have comitted, such as slavery and genocide and criminal neglect , or by tinhorn commercial greed and cunning." (...) The old man looked up, and he had my father's wasted face when my father was a widower - when my father was an old man. He saw that I held an apple in my hand.Continua...Nascondi
Patty Keene was stupid on purpose, wich was the case with most women in Midland City. The women all had big minds becouse they were big animals, but they didn't use that much for this reason: unusual ideas could make enemies, and the women, if they
... were going to achieve any sort of comfort and safety, needed all the friends they could get. So, in the interest of survival, they trained themselves to be agreeing machines instead of thinking machines. All their minds had to do was to discover what other people were thinking, and then they thought that, too.Continua...Nascondi