Slaughterhouse-Five: This book came up a few times in the last few weeks of fall term with only good things being said about it. As a reader of war books, this one seemed essential. For some reason, I had equated Vonnegut with Faulkner (I know, I know, it makes no sense) and had run from his books out of fear. However, as you probably know, Slaughterhouse-Five is readable and quick with short, disjointed sentences, which I like. As far as its content: yes, the story of Billy Pilgrim is a unique one with its reach into science fiction, but it was underwhelming. I didn’t care for him as I cared for Tim O’Brien in The Things They Carried. Its jumpiness, while clearly calculated by Vonnegut, confused me and had me asking for that war story, not the story of Tralfamadore and Kilgore Trout. Say what you will about how those act as metaphors or whatever, this wasn’t my favorite war story.
I will end with some advice: avoid the La Quinta motel in Charleston, SC at all costs. That is all.
I will end with some advice: avoid the La Quinta motel in Charleston, SC at all costs. That is all.
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