Reading: Slapstick By Kurt Vonnegut
For those of you who are familiar with Don DeLillo's White Noise and the aforementioned Vonnegut book, there appears to be an interesting coincidental correlation between the band's name and the subject of the book. Random, probably mathematically viable "coincidences" aside, Slapstick is cracking me up, not to mention making me think a great deal. I'm only on page 96, so I have no idea what my ultimate conclusion about the book will be, but so far it's been... interesting. Why is it that it's easier to be a dumb aberration than a smart one? Why do looks judged to be ugly by the average opinion of the masses-society detract from the viability of some one's opinions? Why is the idea of New York, that icon of high-speed high-rise neon glass steel and designer leather, rotting and crumbling slowly in to the ocean so attractive? Why does the ugly, abhorrent narrator live on Manhattan Island, intellectually and emotionally alone, in this subtly anarchical manner- scrounging and co-existing with the remains of glittering, unsustainable America?
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