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This book is a crazy, seeming to head in all different directions. It covers a lot of social issues and much is about free will. It kind of makes fun of everything and is pretty 'out there' a lot. The way it is highlights how ridiculous things are in real life. ( )
A terrific read. A witty satire on the world, America, and its contents. He managed to break the fourth wall in a novel without being a know-it-all and annoying guy. I always try to slow down every time I read Vonnegut because I don't want his book to end. Let me put it into his style: a book is made of dead trees that are processed on a machine. This book is dead trees with clever words written on it. ( )
This was what happens when Vonnegut writes a "normal" novel with no real underlying message, I guess. It had the same kind of criticism of reality common in his other books, but the things we was criticizing weren't worthy of his attention. The John Malkovich narration in the audiobook was excellent, however. Somewhat entertaining (I listened during a transcontinental flight and didn't feel bad when I nodded off a few times), but there are many better choices from Vonnegut or others. ( )
Definitely not Vonnegut at his finest. It is frequently funny and profound, but the humor feels more juvenile than in most of Vonnegut's novels. I also found that the book lacked any sort of larger unifying theme that might have tied it all together. It's definitely worth reading, it's just not anything close to his best work. ( )
Informação do Conhecimento Comum em inglês.Edite para a localizar na sua língua.
When he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold. -JOB
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Informação do Conhecimento Comum em inglês.Edite para a localizar na sua língua.
In Memory of Phoebe Hurty,, who comforted me in Indianapolis-- during the Great Depression.
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Informação do Conhecimento Comum em inglês.Edite para a localizar na sua língua.
This is the tale of a meeting of two lonely, skinny, fairly old white men on a planet which was dying fast.
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Informação do Conhecimento Comum em inglês.Edite para a localizar na sua língua.
Roses are red and ready for plucking; you’re sixteen and ready for high school.
Here is a picture of a wide open beaver.
Sometimes I wonder about the creator of the universe.
The chief weapon of sea pirates, however, was their capacity to astonish. Nobody else could believe, until it was too late, how heartless and greedy they were.
New knowledge is the most valuable commodity on earth. The more truth we have to work with, the richer we become.
There is no order in the world around us, we must adapt ourselves to the requirements of chaos instead.
His situation, insofar as he was a machine, was complex, tragic, and laughable. But the sacred part of him, his awareness, remained an unwavering band of light.
It was during that minute in nineteen hundred and eighteen, that millions upon millions of human beings stopped butchering one another. I have talked to old men who were on the battlefields during that minute. They have told me in one way or another that the sudden silence was the Voice of God. So we still have among us some men who can remember when God spoke clearly to mankind.
This was in a country where everybody was expected to pay his own bills for everything, and one of the most expensive things a person could do was get sick.
As I approached my fiftieth birthday, I had become more and more enraged and mystified by the idiot decisions made by my countrymen. And then I had come suddenly to pity them, for I understood how innocent and natural it was for them to behave so abominably, and with such abominable results: They were doing their best to live like people invented in story books. This was the reason Americans shot each other so often: It was a convenient literary device for ending short stories and books.
I thought Beatrice Keedsler had joined hands with other old-fashioned storytellers to make people believe that life had major characters, minor characters, significant details, insignificant details, that it had lessons to be learned, tests to be passed, and a beginning, a middle, and an end.
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.
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