God Bless you, Dr. Kevorkian

by Kurt Vonnegut

I got this book for my birthday because the person heard that I liked Vonnegut and he liked the green cartoon cover. I scanned the back cover and found it ironic that I got a book about death on my birthday.


I shrivel up at any mention of death. One vivid memory of childhood was crying myself to sleep about the imminence of death, something that was (and hopefully still is) so far away that it almost didn’t seem real but it is more real and more reliable than anything else in the world. I no longer cry myself to sleep about death but I still fear it immensely, not so much for myself, but for other people and what would be the result of me when I’m left all alone.

I’m quite selfish that way.

Vonnegut, with the aid of Dr. Kervokian, has several near death experiences just so that he can interview the already deceased in heaven. Well Vonnegut can’t step in heaven but he can hang around the pearly white gates and interview those that are around. He gets up and close with the likes of William Shakespear, Newton, Mary Shelley, and many many others.

We hear some insight from the greats through the charmed writings of Vonnegut, it is so lovely of a read, even if it is about death.

the entire book will take you about 30 minutes even if you are not that fast of a reader.

Highly recommended, feel light afterwards, and it’s exactly not as it seems.


“One last question,” I begged. “To what do you attribute your incredible productivity?”
Isaac Asimov replied with but a single word: “Escape.” And then he appended a famous statement by the similarly prolific French writer Jean Paul Sartre:
“Hell is other people.”

Posted: January 31st, 2013
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A Working Theory of Love

by Scott Hutchins

A new year just started and i’m already behind schedule with the book reviews! I’m actually behind on the book reading too, but that’s fine, if i read another book by Sunday I’ll be back on schedule! I’ll choose something that’s doable and i have the perfect book in mind.

This is a debut novel about a mid-30s man living in San Francisco while working at a technology company. It seems like if you live in San Francisco, there’s no other occupation, at least as far as characters in books go. Everything sort of has to revolve around some start-up in some hip ipod-shaped building with minimalism and eames chairs. His name is Neill and he is working on a artificial intelligence based on his dead father’s (death via suicide) carefully recorded journals over the years. His boss, him and a Indonesian coder are all trying to win the Alan Turing prize. The conditions being that the computer must appear human (to another human) more than 30% of the time.

Neill wasn’t close with his father and realized that the greatest gift that he has ever received from him was this job after his death. That’s a pretty depressing thing to think about, or to mention. Neill is once divorced and currently single. He lives in an apartment and leads a barely-there life. He later meets 20 year old Rachel while posing as a tourist at a hostel and falls in love with her, but of course he doesn’t realize that until later. Rachel is one…mess, big mess, I would say.

I haven’t felt engaged by a book in a while. This book, if nothing else, kept me engaged for a good 3 days. I couldn’t fully give Neill my heart and soul and torn out hair. I didn’t feel particularly attached to him or any of the characters. In fact, the only character that I did feel slightly conflicted with was his dead father, which in this case, is represented by a computer. Maybe that’s the point of the novel, to show the reader that one could easily devote feelings to lines of code in a computer based on a person, even if a person in the past tense.

The writing style is neat and careful. Neill says and thinks a lot of interesting things, but his general attitude towards love, life and career reflects that of the every man. The attitude that I assume a lot of men takes toward life is general detachment, things happen on their own whether good or bad, whether one needs to be concerned about it wasn’t a huge deal. Of course, I am largely generalizing and I’m sure that a lot of people must disagree with me. But it felt to me, that general detachment was the way to go. Neill makes observations about San Francisco and the people around him. The observations are just thoughts passed by, but when they are written down, it feels like they would definitely be poignant (see hipster quote) or at least attempt to be.

I haven’t felt extremely excited about a book in a long time. And sadly with this book, the same situation plays out into a flattened tone. I felt depressed by the book at times, the humourous aspect of the writing was definitely there, but I couldn’t feel it. I didn’t want to laugh, I didn’t have high prospects for Neill or any of the people around him. It would be more correct to say that I just didn’t care about anyone and I wouldn’t have died with regret if I didn’t find out.

It seems like that is my attitude towards a lot of things these days. Maybe I am not generalizing the every man but that of myself, I am detached, even with books, I am detached.

I’d give this book a B, because it has a decent plot, non too disgusting characters, something to be learned and wit that’s half way there. .

Some Quotes…. these are the ones that i liked and probably the ones that made me sad.

page 2:

He was disoriented, of course, but the truth holds. He’s not self-sufficient; he’s just alone. This revelation shouldn’t matter so much, shouldn’t shift my life one way or the other, but it’s been working on me in some subterranean manner. I seem to have been relying on Fred’s example. My father, not otherwise much of an intellectual, had a favorite quote from Pascal: the sole cause of Man’s unhappiness is his inability to sit quietly in his room. I had thought of Fred as someone who sat quietly in his room.

page 54:

frnd1: what were her strong points?
drbas: ????
frnd1: strong points = good qualities
drbas: she’s beautiful, spirited woman of great class
frnd1: did you admire her or love her?
drbas: i have the highest admiration for those work with the poor
frnd1: did she need you?
drbas: who?
frnd1: your wife
drbas: she needs me to pick up the drying cleaning by 5 pm.

page 57

There’s more to life than happiness. The words of an unhappy man committed to his unhappiness.

page 65:

The ride home seems colder, shorter, grimmer. On Valencia Street, I look out the window at the hipsters on their fixed-speed bikes. The tight clothes, the tiny hats – their major struggle as a generation seems to be reducing drag. As if success in life requires being ever ready to slip through a narrow opening.

page 136

We’re sitting on the couch in the window, and I gesture to the warm and sunny side walk. Beautiful couples pass by on their golden errands – buying peaches, buying panettone – hands held, arms swinging in metronomic synch, as if keeping time to some unheard music. the revolution of the heavenly spheres. “Mechanical optimism.”

page 288

At home, I removed my shoes, peel off my socks, and climb into bed, moving right to the middle, where I sleep best. I take my weighted eye beanbag and lay it over my eyes. It smells of green tea and vanilla and is as relaxing as the package promised. I run my hands over the seersucker coverlet. I’m just a person suspended in a series of rented rooms, in a city barely seven miles by seven miles. Far from the place I was born. Far from my father’s plans for me. I’m a temporary person. But, of course, so was he.

Posted: January 18th, 2013
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This is How you lose her

by Junot Diaz

A new year, 52 new books to be read!

The first book is a cheat, because I started it some time in December and finally got around to finishing it now. It is Junot Diaz’s latest short story collection revolved around a character named Yunior.

This book was on top of so many best-of lists last year and I didn’t feel it nearly as much. But the thing is, if you stick to it, it does get a lot better and I feel like the second half of the book was so much better than the first half. Also, there’s so much Spanish! I know no Spanish, and there are words that I could guess from context what it meant. Perhaps swear words, or instead of so blatantly saying penis, cock, vagina, or pussy or whatever. It is more stylistic to say it in Spanish then italicize the shit out of that foreign word.

The book is beautifully written, stylistically, it’s one of the most interesting styles I’ve ever read. Most of it is written in second person, which is rare to begin with, and the fact that it doesn’t get confusing or take away from the plot is an achievement in itself. But in terms of the plot, I didn’t feel like it achieved nearly as much as people claim that it did. Books about self-destruction, hell, blogs about self destruction do not interest me. People who self-destruct for any purpose makes no sense to me. All this pain, that I cannot hold in my hand, hence I need to wreck my own life and those around me continuously just so that I can make sense of it all. Because I love pain, I do not loathe it, I want it to wrap its chubby little fingers around me because that’s the only way I can feel. And when I am destroying, I am feeling.

That kind of thing is just fucking bullshit to me.

Maybe I’m really really simple and finding all of this pedantic, but self destruction in itself is not beautiful, it is not haunting, it does not make me want to get with you to take some of the pain away. No..

But I can’t really say I completely hated it, even though I did read a bunch of 1 star reviews on amazon to make me feel like I’m not just being a hater.

It’s a nice read, beautiful style. I just didn’t appreciate the plot all that much.

Posted: January 3rd, 2013
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The Cocktails of the Ritz Paris

by Colin Peter Field

I don’t know why I have this book. But I do.
No one in my family is big on cocktails but we like alcohol for sure, but usually light table wine and light beer! YES, not a family of strong drinkers I can tell you.

This book is focused mainly on the Hemingway Bar at the Ritz Paris. It is accoladed to be the best bar in the world! It’s named after Hemingway because he frequented the bar when he was an expat in Paris.

The bar is written by the head bartender at the Hemingway Bar and he goes into historic and technical detail about many of the cocktails that are well known, and some that may not be known at all.

I am not much of a cocktail drinker but lately my friend and I have been determined to finish the cocktail page at a few bars…. we almost finished a few pages of beer too.
I remember having a side car one night and then reading about its concoction in the first few pages of the book! It was kind of exciting even though none of it really had anything to do with me.

It’s a really fun read if you like cocktails or like learning about drinking in general. I would love to visit the Hemingway Bar one day but I assume it’ll be pricy! Well time to up the limit of my credit card…

Posted: December 19th, 2012
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The Handmaid’s Tale

by Margaret Atwood

First things first, I shall direct you to the very 80s-large-shoulder pads movie trailer of this novel. When I first saw the trailer I could not believe what sort of styling they used for the characters and the colors. Why are the colors so bright and everything looked so fake? It’s obvious that it wasn’t very high production.

And why does Offred have such big hair in the movie? I thought she didn’t even have face cream, how did she managed to get hair spray?!?!?!?!

I have only read one book by Margaret Atwood before this and it was Oryx and Crake. I have nothing but good things to say about it and was very grateful that we were assigned such a fun-tastic (fun x fantastic) futuristic read that was fairly easy to analyze and recall from than say, Hamlet…

So being only a little bit familiar with her work I assumed only the best, she is a famous writer and The Handmaid’s tale is supposed to be one of her best works. The most famous, critically acclaimed and commercially successful.

I bought a copy because I went to her lecture a while back. She signed it before I even got a chance to read it but you know this is a winner!

But unlike the 442 other people that gave her FIVE STARS on amazon, I am more among the 106 people that gave 1 and 2 stars for this book.
It was so goddamn depressing.
I wanted to stop reading it in several places because I just didn’t want to be so sad before I went to sleep.

To be fair Oryx and Crake was ‘sad’ too but it was at least exciting.

The story line was not at all epic like Oryx and Crake since there was barely a story line. I felt scared for the women in the story but it was so unbelievable too. I didn’t really feel any sympathy for the main character and her flashbacks were annoying as hell.

The style of writing can only be described as wispy, like one of those annoying winds that brush against your face in what is supposed to be a romantic lovely way, but is more like, gah, this wind is so weak that i can barely feel anything. I don’t know what I’m talking about anymore because it’s been over a week since I finished it.

The weather itself is already depressing enough, I think it’s not a good winter read. Well I wouldn’t recommend it ever really.

Posted: December 17th, 2012
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Kill your Friends by John Niven

I’m blasting the biggest UK hit that I could think of right now while writing this review and that is Calvin Harris. I know that he’s not exactly a pop/rock star by any means, he’s a producer/song writer/DJ thingy. But he’s from the UK and he collaborates with fellow british artists like Florence from Florence and the Machine.

I am specifying the choice of music because this is a book about the A&R world in the UK. A&R are the people who decides which bands and groups gets signed to become acts. There are a lot of specified details about the industry. And there is excruciating detail about three things, boilers (women), chang (cocaine) and money.

the book paints a very explicit picture, one of which we’ve always suspected through the portrayal of the bright glitz world, that there is a lot of anger, fuel, money, washed down by vodka, snorted through the nose, and a clear lack of talent.

apparently there is not just a lack of talent but actually no talent, but there is the will to “cultivate” talent for the masses, the peasants (as the protagonist refers to us lot, oh his name is Steven by the way), by throwing money at young girls willing to suck cock for a record deal. Yeah, basically that’s all there is to it.

Our protagonist and narrator; Steven, is an A&R scout we have no idea whether he’s good at his job or not. We do know that he doesn’t care about his job, he just cares about cocaine, sex, expensive things, expensive places and whether he’ll get a raise or not. We also know that he fucking hates everybody, according to him, pretty much everybody is a cunt and nobody is talented. Anyone who is hard working or interested in their job is a fucking idiot.

Caveat: this is an extremely vulgar book, steven is a racist, hateful, sexist bastard. he basically takes what’s valuable in any sense of the word and spits on it. He’s young and he hates the old, but anyone younger than him but more successful than him he hates with passion and he’s willing to prove it by killing them literally.

I learned a lot about the UK industry and how much money gets thrown at an artist before they make a single cent. I haven’t heard nearly as many horror stories about artists not making money in the US but stories like this in Asia are rampant. Young hopefuls willing to bet everything on a 13 year contract, something ridiculous like that. They do it because that’s how badly they want it, and they don’t get paid or get paid not enough…

i just realized i’m really bad at writing book reviews.

but i wanted to mention rihanna because lately there’s been a lot of negative press in regards to her 777 tour. More and more articles and pouring forth about how she’s a product, more so than ever. There was an article a while ago on New york Times ? New Yorker? New York – something, about how a hit song is made and how much money can be made from just one hit song, like a million bucks and how the song doesn’t need to have an original tune for it to be successful. The comparison was a Kelly Clarkson and a Beyonce hit, apparently it had the exact same melody and both went on to chart at number one.

I would link you to the article but i cannot find it…if i do i will update this entry

but i can’t dislike Rihanna, she’s sweet and kind of confused, the chris brown thing is the worst ever but other than that i think she’s likeable. I also like Britney, you can’t dislike Britney. I feel girls like this, they just aren’t calculating and they do dumb shit because they are naive, or at least that’s what i’d like to think. also my mom really really likes rihanna.

so would i recommend this book? if you can get past the swearing and there is SO much swearing and the indecent things that the protagonist does then it’s actually pretty funny and entertaining. The ending is slightly unsurprising but it was unsurprising to me because the bad ones always get what they want.

Posted: November 28th, 2012
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Mr. Penumbra’s 24-Hour Bookstore

by Robin Sloan

first of all i really like the cover and over all design of the book.

the edition that i have (from the library) is the First Canadian edition which has a soft cover but apparently the first regular (US?) edition has a hard cover but i rather like the soft cover and edged pages. I call them edged pages because they don’t line up and that’s my favorite type of paper for novels…anyways

the book, is it good….

i was really excited about this book because from the premise alone it seemed really exciting.

it’s basically about this guy named Clay and because of the bad economy or whatever, he ends up working at a 24 hour bookstore, the grave yard shift. the book store is very peculiar and there aren’t many patrons other than a few peculiar customers that come in to check out books that he has never seen or heard of before. Because Clay is feeling entrepreneurial, he invests $10 of his own money and puts up a google ad (there is a lot of mention of google in this) and attracts one customer outside of their normal range. A google employee named Kat.
And then it turns out the book store isn’t just a book store, it’s some sort of occult with many secrets and they go on exciting adventures together in solving this mystery.

the book is pretty so self-aware, as in, it felt like it was written as a journal for himself than anything else. Himself being the main character, Clay. And it unnerved me in several places. For example, Clay tries to google something, a phrase not a string of random numbers, he doesn’t come up with any response. This actually probably does not happen ever. You’d get at least a page of results.

So that was slightly unbelievable, amongst many other factors, it was just unbelievable. Am I not imaginative enough to go along with the plot? No, that’s not it, there are just tidbits that are a bit too convenient for belief.

And clay tries to play off this sort of internet humor, that doesn’t translate as successfully into novel format as the author had intended. The last 50 pages of the book was exciting enough to keep you interested because otherwise it wasn’t as good as i thought it would be….

not dark enough, not funny enough, the characters aren’t likeable enough. the characters, they seem like surface-dwellers, they have a surface personality but anything beyond that, it was as empty as the search engine results as the book yielded.

for example, the main female character, Kat, she is the typical smart, ambitious girl that has cute freckles and a collection of interesting graphic t-shirts, or she has many of the same graphic t-shirts and her shirt says Bam and it is Red. And her reasoning of having the same t-shirt again and again is so that she doesn’t have to think of what to wear in the morning..ehhhh
what…the hell…

i don’t know, that’s the type of thing that made me feel like the character is shallow.

it’s a fun, quick read but slightly disappointing.


Posted: November 24th, 2012
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margaret atwood lecture: writing the future

i’m all concerted out. i just went to way too many shows and didn’t enjoy enough of them in past few months. Even still, I skim through all of the emails that ticketmaster sends me in regards to up coming events in my area.

and something interested, it was a margaret atwood lecture called “Writing the Future”, writing and future are two things that are constantly on my mind. So yes, let’s go. I bought two tickets, one for me and one for my friend for Thursday Nov 22nd. I was excited and instantly ordered a few Margaret Atwood books on amazon. For one thing, despite my idea that im well read and an erudite in “literary” things, when in fact i’ve only read one Margaret Atwood book and it was Oryx and Crake, a mandatory reading for my grade 11 English class.

I can tell you that I liked it though, very much so.

excuse the instagram-ness of the photos, but honestly i think it adds authenticity.

The event was held at the Chan center, a hall that I’ve passed numerous times as it was located in my alma mater. I was supposed to graduate there, but you see, I just didn’t give enough of a damn to hear a lot of names to be read out loud and wear a black gown.

We arrived early, about an hour earlier than the event and decided to walk around the school. We returned to the hall about 15 minutes before the start time and found the center to be extremely busy and crowded. What? It sold out?

We had to scurry up two extra floors just to find seating. Blegh, they sold the tickets to high school students. by the way, they are reading jonothan safran foer in their class, Eating Animals of all the books. gag.

i sat next to one of them, after the usher told me to move twice, because i was leaving seats in between other people. it was really stupid as the row did not fill up. i really hate that, if it was that crowded obviously i’d move, but if there were no one around then what’s the freaking point?

okay my university was pissing me off still.

the event started promptly, this ain’t no kanye west concert. my friend joked whether we could get margaret atwood t-shirts after the show .i told him no, we probably couldn’t.

margaret atwood finally appeared after 20 minutes of random thanks of sponsors and programs. i had initially thought it was some sort of lecture tour. but no, it’s just sponsored by the university of british columbia and some other thing and well i didn’t pay attention so i couldn’t tell you what went on before she got on the stage.

margaret atwood is very tall, and she wore a red scarf and floor length black top and skirt. it was hard to see because i was so high up. here’s a shitty photo to compensate.

given the title of the lecture i was hoping there would be a lecture on writing and what writing means in an increasingly digital world but no no, she talked mostly about zombies for about an hour.

she’s funny though, very witty and the deadpan style of humor translates extremely well with her voice but i wished that she had talked about writing.

she ended the lecture with the idea that we must never lose hope for the future. because you know, even in case we become zombies even though we’re unlikely to become zombies.

then came the Q&A…
i think this could have went really well, if it weren’t a bunch of overzealous students asking specious questions about nothing….
Margaret Atwood had to ask what quite a few times because your dumbass questions didn’t make sense!!!!!!
only one person asked one question about writing and he was a douchebag about it.

anyways, after that i got a bunch of books signed, had to wait an hour though.

not a big deal but she looked so tired when it got to me. i almost felt bad that i brought so many books but then again since i already brought it i thought i’d follow through. she was nice about it but you could tell that the 3 hour time difference was not helping ….

anyways, it was fun and an unusual experience
i also ran into my grade 11 english teacher.. hehe ^^

Posted: November 23rd, 2012
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The Polysyllabic Spree

by Nick Hornby

I am writing about a book (a collection of essays) that wrote about a bunch of different books over a span of 14 months for the Believer.

For 13 out of the 14 months I thought that Believer magazine was a magazine in the UK. But it turns out that it’s from San Francisco? No wonder Hornby kept referring to the British people as a entire separate entity of species. I just thought that they took thought the same way that we thought about them? But wait, I’m Canadian so to Americans I am a moose and or beaver hybrid.

He reviewed a whole bunch of books, rather than formal reviews, he mostly talks about how he got to reading it, why he’s reading it, what he thought about it and whether he recommends it or not.

I didn’t take up on any of his suggestions except the Richard Yates biography that’s now sitting on a pile of magazines.

I have only read one other Hornby book and it was Juliet, Undressed which WASNT made into a movie. I have seen big screen renditions of Fever Pitch, and High Fidelity, anything else? Oh yeah, About a Boy.

I felt like he was extremely British in the writings of Juliet Undressed (which for the longest time, I called it Juliet, Naked, to everyone when I referred to the book, which technically is the same thing). But through the collection of essays where he talks about fundamentally British things like cricket and FUNDAMENTALLY British authors like Dickens, I’ve never felt him more American!

How strange..

anyways, it’s a fun little read for lunch hours at work…maybe

Next up, I’ll be either read The Cocktails of the Ritz Paris, a lot of references to The Hemingway Bar (apparently rated the BEST bar in the world) or The Heart Broke in which is a fairly new novel, so new that you see it on the round tables when you step into bookstores..I got my copy from the library. I think I’m the first patron ever to read it. horray!

Posted: October 27th, 2012
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Kurt Vonnegut the Last Interview

edited by Tom McCartan

first things first, this is an amazing cover.

This is what I assume to be a series of interviews with various famous and infamous authors. From the back page alone I know there is also Roberto Bolano The Last interview.

I have only read one Vonnegut book and that is Cat’s Cradle, certainly not his most famous piece of work.

It seems most appropriate that i pick up Slaughterhouse-5 after this.

There are so many wonderful things about this series of interviews.

My favourite interview out of the six is the first set: Kurt Vonnegut, The Art of Fiction, interviewed by David Hayman, David Michaelis, George Plimpton, Richard Rhodes for The Paris Review in 1977.

I strongly recommend the series of interviews that The Paris Review have conducted with various authors over the years. You can actually buy the whole set on amazon. By the way I don’t have the set yet, so .. you know, a birthday present or something, I would accept. (why is the canadian version $10 more than the US version, bah humbug)

The following five other interviewers were basic reiterations of the first one. You’ll re-learn the things that you already previous read with the exception of The Joe & Kurt Show: A conversation with Kurt Vonnegut and Joseph Heller for Playboy in 1992.

Who knew that Playboy had such decent reading material?

Even though Vonnegut is not a writer that I have widely read, he suddenly shot through the roof in my list of admired and respected writers. there are so many things that I find myself agreeing headily with, so many shared artifacts that I once might have kept secret about.

For one thing, I really dislike literature. I don’t think Vonnegut disliked literature but rather he never felt as included in its most inner circles as he probably should have. Because he often saw himself, and as others also had seen him, as a hack.

I am not even good enough of a writer to be called a hack because I’ve never published anything but I would love one day to be torn apart by The New York Times. Don’t worry I’ll be grinning ear to ear when that happens, hey look, my book is out and it’s being reviewed by a major newspaper, albeit it being a poor reviews!

Who cares! it’s happening!

There are so many other things that I find myself in common with him.

I think that he’s a lover (he hates that word, no man has ever said he is a lover of someone’s, a fucker perhaps) of life even though he always thinks that life is a drag and needs to end as quickly as possible. He possesses a quiet optimism that I think, I THINK that I have too. It’s as if he was saying, sure I am optimistic about things but I won’t convince you to be optimistic about it too. Through his language, his satire, his bewildered humour, it’s almost as if saying, through my dark comedy, you can see how laughable life can be too. Now if only this cigarette would grant me death.

The other thing that I noticed was in the interview along with Joseph Heller for Playboy, the few things he mentioned were incredibly contemporary.

1. war
2. issue on abortion and whether Bush (Bush Sr) would take a stand for or against it
3. women’s rights
4. Bombing in Iraq

That interview was conducted in May of 1992…

So, history really is repeating itself. Joe and Kurt talks about fundies with a 90s frame of mind, Iraq bombings with a 90s frame of mind, and Bush OG with a 90s frame of mind. So all I can ask is, how are we still dealing with all of this 10 years later? the exact same things, abortion, how is abortion still an issue?

There is also something cute that Joseph Heller says.

If i were to type out all the sections that I enjoyed in the interview it would be one too many but I will type this out.

Playboy: who’s going to win the Democratic Convention?

Heller: I have a feeling it might be me.

Playboy: You? are you going to vote for yourself?

Vonnegut: He will have to register first.

Heller: I’d register and I’d pose. I would if I can.

Playboy: Kurt, would you vote for Joe?

Vonnegut: Certainly. It’s a figurehead job in any case.

Heller: I’d run on two issues. And I believe I’d win. the first would be, as Preside of the federal government, I would take no steps whatsoever to interfere wit ha woman’s right to terminate a pregnancy. The second I would find some way to institute a national health program in this country. Don’t ask me where the money’s going to come from, I will find away to do it.

Vonnegut: The big difference between conservatives and liberals is that killing doesn’t seem to bother the conservatives at all. The liberals are chickenhearted about people dying. Conservatives thought that the massacre, the killing in Panama was Ok. I think they’re really Darwinins. It’s all right that people are starving to death on the streets because that’s the nature of work.

Heller: Western civilization has made a pact with the Devil. I think the story of Faust has to do with Western civilization. You might say white civilization. The devil or God said, “I’ll give you knowledge to do great things. But you’re going to use that knowledge to destroy the environment and to destroy yourself.” You mentioned Darwin. I think what we’re experiencing now is the natural state of evolution. Half the society is underprivileged and maybe a think of the rest is barely surviving. The trouble with the Administration is that it doesn’t want to deal with the problem. It doesn’t want to define it as a problem because then it will have to deal with it.

How fucking poignant.

Anyways, I highly recommend this, a light reading. It’s barely an inch thick.

You could probably get it at your local library.

Of course, since Vonnegut is a writer, he does talk a little bit about writing and writers and the process and the lit community and all that fun stuff.

From this book alone, it slightly revived my need to write.

Lately, i think all these nasty books have came out and it made me slightly upset at writing when all I really want to do is to make decent writing and make a bit of money.

I don’t want to be great, I want to be decent, and most of all I want to be read.

I don’t care about literature or any of that.

If I learned anything from this set of interviews, is that nothing ever changes.

P.S. I wrote this quickly and in an inebriated state of mind.

P.P.S. I started reading the Casual Vacancy. Despite the fact that someone that i like and respect enjoys the book immensely. I think it’s horrible. It’s pedantic and it’s stereotypical. I think she got extremely lucky with Harry Potter in terms of plot and she’s not very good at writing. She’s very good at plotting things. The words are over used and the adjectives are scattered a little bit too often, like when you tell a kid she can have as much sprinkles as she’d like. All in all, I just don’t like it. I am hoping maybe I can change my mind about it if I somehow finish it.

Someone said that the book is DARK, it’s not dark. it’s the result of you trying to BE dark.

Posted: October 18th, 2012
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