reader and collector especially of vintage crime fiction and historiography - with an additional penchant for Umberto Eco
THE great anti war novel brilliantly read and convincingly performed
...and so it goes..
the refrain of death
absolutely - and I wanted everyone i know to listen to it in one sitting
the reader and the book complemented each other to perfection. this is a great experience all should share - anti war but not anti soldier, not anti army - not anti patriotic.
There is a reason this book is a classic, and Ethan Hawke's reading is just about perfect.
The story and its weaving back and forth through time was incredible. Loved Vonnegut's ability to re-hit themes over and over. I even found myself surprised at times when he would say, "and so it goes" even though I knew it was coming.
The water in the glass was dead...so it goes.
Stop whispering! Gah! You are Ethan freaking Hawke--be a man.
Definitely on my top ten list! Though I can't imagine reading it again.
Interested in Social Science, Science Fiction, Fantasy- particularly when parallels can be made between the story and the psyche. Also, I buy 2 audible books for every 1 I will listen to!
I had no expectations coming into reading Slaughterhouse Five, and as such, I wasn't immediately hooked into the storyline but rather settled into it over the first few chapters. I was turned on to this book after seeing it appear in so many "best of" lists. It also helped that professor Drout recommended it in his Modern Scholar survey of science fiction literature. I don't wholeheartedly believe this is science fiction at all. Seems to me like historical fiction about the after effects of war. Possibly about dealing with PTSD. Looking at it that way, you can see why the novel remains relevant to our time. That's not to say that the novel is only relevant because of our ongoing national commitment to war. So it goes. Vonnegut manages to construct his prose in a manner reminiscent of Hemingway, but approaches the structure of the story in a thoroughly modern way which is, at times, disjointed and appropriate to the mental state of the main character.
All that being said, readers should be cautious in taking Slaughterhouse Five at face value. It is a memoir of a broken man. It would be easy to blindly accept Vonnegut's notion that since war is ultimately meaningless, all things are meaningless, meaningless things were always meant to happen, they were designed to happen, we have no free will to do anything to stop it, our only choice is to allow things to happen to us, we have no free will at all. In my opinion, that is dangerous thinking that will lead many astray. It is important to recognize that one may very well feel like that is the way of the world when subjected to the kinds of atrocities mentioned in the book, however, if you remove free will from the equation, then the Nazis who brutally murdered innocents were as responsible for their actions as a child who dies in a fire bombing is for his own death. The author makes the case that a Nazi's job is to kill, a victim's job is to die, a bomber must bomb, and children must die. It's just the way things were designed to be. Historically speaking, it is important to document that war has the effect of sapping hope in this way... But the pitfall is to accept this as truth and not as the words of a broken man. I would suggest Victor Frankl's Man's Search for Meaning as a counter study to this novel. There we see despair turned to hope instead of the other way around.
Ethan Hawke did a marvelous job in his performance. I was thoroughly convinced that here was a man who had witnessed so much tragedy, that his only recourse was to totally disconnect from all emotions and even to disconnect from his own reality. He delivers the harrowing events of war and the tragedy of life afterwards with a calm sort of complacency that is soothing and disturbing. You get the sense that this is a person who has accepted his fate, relinquished all hope, and decides to take what comes his way with apathy. It is, in fact, all he has left to offer. Perfectly played.
ok voice acting
Tralfamadore tell him what ends the universe.
No too long, good book though.
Wearing clogs is no fun, and don't worry about laser guns, since you can't do anything about it.
Yes, interesting read.
Interesting story, but there is no way this book should be considered one of the best novels of the last 100 years.
I like audio sight not so good this is easier and narrotors are entertaining.
Nice to re read slautherhouse havent done that in years.
Not much to be said. Kurt is one of the greatest writers of modern history and he has created a timeless story with one of the most interesting writing styles.
Kurt Vonnegut was a genius, but he's not for everyone, and the few times I've read him, he just hasn't done much for me. Thus I feel bad about not giving this book a higher rating as I know it's a great classic and a poignant, satirical treatise against war, but damn, was it weird and nonlinear and hard to follow. I enjoyed the audio narration by Ethan Hawke a great deal, but nonetheless found my mind wandering frequently while listening.
Billy Pilgrim's experiences during World War II (echoing Vonnegut's) are vivid and full of violence and pathos, and then he is abducted by aliens and sent hither and yon, past, present, and future, and keeping the narratives straight becomes quite mind-bending. He has simultaneous existences as a soldier, as a POW, as a settled, post-war family man, and an exhibit in an alien zoo. There's also Vonnegut's fictional science fiction author Kilgore Trout, and it all mixes together messily with moments that are sometimes funny and sometimes horrifying.
I may give this another read someday and see if it hits me more favorably a second time around.
One can hear that Stephen King found a mentor for his writing style by listening to this book. Loved the "stream of consciousness" writing style and the abundance of dark humor. Several of the reviewers found this book to be sad, but I found myself laughing out loud at Kurt's commentary on war, human being's desire for it and the abject futility of it all.