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Never was a big fan, but he was very popular in my youth, and everybody read him, including me. I guess he was a sign of the times, and you have to admire anyone who can write books that people want to buy and to talk about. Blue Crab has a nice obit.
Vonnegut was one of my favorite authors in the seventy's. I was of the same political and philisophical persuation at that time. My favorite was God Bless you Mr Rosewater. I lost interest and felt sorry for him when I escaped nilism and became a mere Christian. The last book I read I think was Palm Sunday or Galapagos. Very depressing, but talented writer.
Need to reread Breakfast of Champions and some of his others, but I loved Slaughterhouse Five the book and even the movie, for what they told us about the times. Some of his politics then were objectionable and recently wrt to terrorism thoroughly degenerate, but his exploration of time travel, free will and fatalism was an intriguing beyond-history and quantum physics story. And “so it goes.”
Did he know of his death to come that had always happened?
You may, of course, but I may be the last to know what that outlook is. Looked up a synopsis of Sirens and did like the probability waves mention. Coincidentally, a couple of hours ago I was talking to kid about wave/particle duality and felt like a Freshman, again. You probably go through the same with yours. Somehow pointillism and soul waves got thrown into the convo, which was fun but prompted me to cook dinner, instead. For the -perceived- realness of it and all. For some reason, we bother with pretend grounding between bouts of real possibility.
Maybe you'll give us your impressions of the book?
Well, to honor the man, he would've surely appreciated that homecooked dinner, even if you did have to decamp the metaphysics for the cooking. over this way, daughter is in the kitchen at the moment (it's her turn) and so far it smell likes chicken teriyaki. Mmm.
Jeez, impression of Sirens. Hmm. Some wag said writing about music is like dancing about architecture. Frank Zappa, i think, IIRC, said that. Anyhoo, I feel that way about trying to give an impression a fantastical plot, without the info spoiling it.
But Frank Zappa reminds of Jerry Garcia --and Jerry Garcia's favorite book was --Sirens.
Garcia was gonna make the movie at one time, but time ran out--he sailed into the Chrono-Synclastic Infindibulum, as it were, and is now everywhere and nowhere, materializing only briefly, as in blog comments when he is remembered.