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Kurt Vonnegut

Im just starting to read him palang... anung books ang magandang basahin? :grinroll:


  • SiOMsSiOMs Anywhere PExer
    "The biggest booby trap Fate set for me, though, was a pretty and personable young woman named Margaret Patton, who allowed me to woo and marry her soon after my graduation from West Point, and then had 2 children by me without telling me that there was a powerful strain of insanity on her mother's side of her family.

    So then her mother, who was living with us, went insane, and then she herself went insane. Our children, moreover, had every reason to suspect that they, too, might go crazy in middle age.

    Our children, full grown now, can never forgive us for reproducing. What a mess."

  • mac_bolan00mac_bolan00 Banned by Admin ✭✭
    his short story collection "welcome to the monkey house".

    my favorites in that collection are "who am i this time?" and "the long walk to forever"
  • C.I.C.C.IC.I.C.C.I Member ✭✭✭
    I read only one of his works.


  • SiOMsSiOMs Anywhere PExer
    have you guys read timequake? the very idea na you're stuck repeating all your mistakes and you can't do anything about it is hilarious :lol:

    what about slaughterhouse five and cat's cradle? any comments? :D
  • mastercatmastercat marsh peg PExer

    MOTHER NIGHT and BLUEBEARD are okay. If you're a literal reader, these ones will suit you just fine: no time travel, no space travel neither.

    THE SIRENS OF TITAN, well, you'd find it a bit odd if you're not a Vonnegut fan.

    SLAPSTICK... well, weird could be used to describe it.
  • ianitobabyianitobaby Member PExer
    Breakfast of Champions
  • SiOMsSiOMs Anywhere PExer
    hey mastercat, sounds like you read a lot of vonnegut :D

    how about bagombo snuffbox? i think it's a collection of his short stories. have you read it? he has another compilation - welcome to the monkey house. which is better kaya?

    thanks! *okay*
  • SiOMsSiOMs Anywhere PExer

    welcome to the monkey house - *okay*
    breakfast of champions - *okay* *okay*
    slaughterhouse 5 - *okay*
    hocus pocus - *okay*
    jailbird - *okay*
    mother night and bluebeard - :|
    sirens of titan and slapstick - :confused:

  • kilgore trout lives!
  • yeah.

    read mother night furst... then..
    galapagos hihihihihi...
  • funzenfunzen Blood+ ✭✭
    A Long Walk to Forever.. a sweet short story.. :D
  • SiOMsSiOMs Anywhere PExer
    ...and just when i decided to buy one of his books... OUT OF STOCK! damm!t. :lol:

    so anyway, i guess ill wait for powerbooks again. hay. unless you guys know another bookstore that carries vonnegut? :bungi:

    hey propagandalf hindi ko pa na-encounter yung galapagos. what's it about? :)
  • melusinemelusine snarkaholic PExer
    The man is cool, one of the really *okay* authors I've ever read. "God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater" and "Welcome to the Monkeyhouse" got me hooked, but my favorite book of his (so far) is "Mother Night." "Slaughterhouse-Five" is a close second.
  • dairycreamerdairycreamer Drama Queen PExer think I decided to forego Slaughterhouse 5...might consider reading it ulet...I heard nga he's hilarious..
  • i'd read somewhere that he used to teach english in some university back east even after he'd achieved fame.
    having him as an english prof, how cool's that!
  • mastercatmastercat marsh peg PExer
    Originally posted by SiOMs
    hey mastercat, sounds like you read a lot of vonnegut :D

    how about bagombo snuffbox? i think it's a collection of his short stories. have you read it? he has another compilation - welcome to the monkey house. which is better kaya?

    thanks! *okay*

    the ones i mentioned are the only ones i've read so far. i haven't read either of the two you've mentioned, so i can't say which is better. :D
  • SiOMsSiOMs Anywhere PExer
    Originally posted by Onomatopoet
    i'd read somewhere that he used to teach english in some university back east even after he'd achieved fame.
    having him as an english prof, how cool's that!

    talaga? cool prof siguro sha *okay*
  • SiOMsSiOMs Anywhere PExer
    hindi ko matiis. dalawa na nagsabi na maganda yung short story na long walk to forever i tried looking for a copy sa internet, im just not sure if this is the real thing though :glee:
  • SiOMsSiOMs Anywhere PExer
    They had grown up next door to each other, on the fringe of a city, near fields and woods and orchards, within sight of a lovely bell tower that belonged to a school for the blind.

    Now they were twenty, had not seen each other for nearly a year. There had always ben playful, comfortable warmth between them, but never any talk of love.

    His name was Newt. Her name was Catharine. In the early afternoon, Newt knocked on Catharine's front door.

    Catharine came to the door. She was carrying a fat, glossy magazine she had been reading. The magazine was devoted entirely to brides. "Newt!" she said. She was surprised to see him.

    "Could you come for a walk?" he said. He was a shy person, even with Catharine. He covered his shyness by speaking absently as though what really concerned him were far away--as though he were a secret agent pausing briefly on a mission between beautiful, distant, and sinister points. This manner of speaking had always been Newt's style, even in matters that concerned him desperately.

    "A walk?" said Catharine.
    "One foot in front of the other," said Newt, "through leaves, over bridges---"
    "I had no idea you were in town," she said.
    "Just this minute got in," he said.
    "Still in the Army, I see," she said.
    "Seven months more to go," he said.

    He was a private first class in the Artillery. His uniform was rumpled. His shoes were dusty. He needed a shave. He held out his hand for the magazine.

    "Let's see the pretty book," he said.
    She gave it to him. "I'm getting married, Newt," she said.
    "I know," he said. "Let's go for a walk."
    "I'm awfully busy, Newt," she said. "The wedding is only a week away."
    "If we go for a walk," he said, "it will make you rosy. It will make you a rosy bride."
    He turned the pages of the magazine. "A rosy bride like her--like her--like her," he said, showing her rosy brides.
    Catharine turned rosy, thinking about rosy brides.
    "That will be my present to Henry Stewart Chasens," said Newt. "By taking you for a walk, I'll be giving him a rosy bride."
    "You know his name?" she said.
    "Mother wrote," he said. "From Pittsburgh?"
    "Yes," she said. "You'd like him."
    "Maybe," he said.
    "Can--can you come to the wedding, Newt?" she said.
    "That I doubt," he said.
    "Your furlough isn't for long enough?" she said.
    "Furlough?" said Newt. He was studying a two page ad for flat silver. "I'm not on furlough," he said.
    "Oh?" she said.
    "I'm what they call A.W.O.L.," said Newt.
    "Oh, Newt! You're not!" she said.
    "Sure I am," he said, still looking at the magazine.
    "Why, Newt?" she said.
    "I had to find out what your silver pattern is," he said. He read names of silver patterns from the magazine. Albemarle? Heather?" he said. "Legend? Rambler Rose?" He looked up, smiled. "I plan to give you and your husband a spoon," he said.
    "Newt, Newt--tell me really," she said.
    "I want to go for a walk," he said.
    She wrung her hands in sisterly anguish. "Oh, Newt--you're fooling me about being A.W.O.L.," she said.
    Newt imitated a police siren softly, and raised his eyebrows.
    "Where--where from?"
    "Fort Bragg," he said.
    "North Carolina?" she said.
    "That's right," he said. "Near Fayetteville--where Scarlet O'Hara went to school."
    "How did you get here, Newt?" she said.
    He raised his thumb, jerked it in a hitchhike gesture. "Two days," he said.
    "Does your mother know?" she said.
    "I didn't come to see my mother," he told her.
    "Who did you come to see?" she said.
    "You," he said.
    "Why me?" she said.
    "Because I love you," he said. "Now can we take a walk?" he said. "One foot in front of the other--through leaves, over bridges--"

    They were taking the walk now, were in a woods with a brown-leaf floor.
    Catharine was angry and rattled, close to tears. "Newt," she said, "this is absolutely crazy."
    "How so?" said Newt.
    "What a crazy time to tell me you love me," she said. "You never talked that way before."
    She stopped walking.
    "Let's keep walking," he said.
    "No," she said. "So far, no farther. I shouldn't have come out with you at all," she said.
    "You did," he said.
    "To get you out of the house," she said. "If somebody walked in and heard you talking to me that way, a week before the wedding--"
    "What would they think?" he said.
    "They'd think you were crazy," she said.
    "Why?" he said
    Catharine took a deep breath, made a speech. "Let me say that I'm deeply honored by this crazy thing you've done," she said. "I can't believe you're really A.W.O.L., but maybe you are. I can't believe you really love me, but maybe you do. But--"
    "I do," said Newt.
    "Well, I'm deeply honored," said Catharine, "and I'm very fond of you as a friend, Newt, extremely fond--but it's just too late." She took a step away from him. "You've never even kissed me," she said, and she protected herself with her hands. "I don't mean you should do it now. I just mean that this is all so unexpected. I haven't got the remotest idea of how to respond."
    "Just walk some more," he said. "Have a nice time."
    They started walking again.
    "How did you expect me to react?" she said.
    "How would I know what to expect?" he said. "I've never done anything like this before."
    Did you think I would throw myself into your arms?" she said.
    "Maybe," he said.
    "I'm sorry to disappoint you," she said.
    "I'm not disappointed," he said. "I wasn't counting on it. This is very nice, just walking."
    Catharine stopped again. "You know what happens next?" she said.
    "Nope," he said.
    "We shake hands," she said. "We shake hands and part friends," she said. "That's what happens next."
    Newt nodded. "All right," he said. "Remember me from time to time. Remember how much I loved you."
    Involuntarily, Catharine burst into tears. She turned her back to Newt, looked into the infinate colonnade of the woods.
    "What does that mean?" said Newt.
    "Rage!" said Catharine. She clenched her hands. "You have no right--"
    "I had to find out," he said.
    "If I'd loved you," she said, "I would have let you know before now."
    "You would?" he said.
    "Yes," she said. She faced him, looked up at him, her face quite red. "You would have known," she said.
    "How?" he said.
    "You would have seen it," she said. "Women aren't very clever at hiding it."
    Newt looked closely at Catharine's face now. To her consternation, she realized that what she had said was true, that a woman couldn't hide love.
    Newt was seeing love now.
    And he did what he had to do. He kissed her.

    "You're hell to get along with!" she said when Newt let her go.
    "I am?" said Newt.
    "You shouldn't have done that," she said.
    "You didn't like it?" he said.
    "What did you expect," she said--"wild, adandoned passion?"
    "I keep telling you," he said," I never know what's going to happen next."
    "We say good-bye," she said.
    He frowned slightly. "All right," he said.
    She made another speech. "I'm not sorry we kissed," she said. "That was sweet. We should have kissed, we've been so close. I'll always remember you, Newt, and good luck."
    "You too," he said.
    "Thirty days," he said.
    "What?" she said.
    "Thirty days in the stockade," he said--"that's what one kiss will cost me."
    "I--I'm sorry," she said, "but I didn't ask you to go A.W.O.L."
    "I know," he said.
    "You certainly don't deserve any hero's reward for doing something as foolish as that," she said.
    "Must be nice to be a hero," said Newt. "Is Henry Stewart Chasens a hero?"
    "He might be, if he got the chance," said Catharine. She noted uneasily that they had begun to walk again. The farewell had been forgotten.
    "You really love him?" he said.
    "Certainly I love him!" she said hotly. "I wouldn't marry him if I didn't love him!"
    "What's good about him?" said Newt.
    "Honestly!" she cried, stopping again. "Do you have any idea how offensive you're being? Many, many, many things are good about Henry! Yes," she said, "and many, many, many things are probably bad, too. But that isn't any of your business. I love Henry, and I don't have to argue his merits with you!"
    "Sorry," said Newt.
    "Honestly!" said Catharine.
    Newt kissed her again. He kissed her again because she wanted him to.

    They were now in a large orchard.
    "How did we get so far from home, Newt?" said Catharine.
    "One foot in front of the other--through leaves, over bridges," said Newt.
    "They add up--the steps," she said.
    Bells rang in the tower of the school for the blind nearby.
    "School for the blind," said Newt.
    "School for the blind," said Catharine. She shook her head in drowsy wonder. "I've got to go back now," she said.
    "Say good-bye," said Newt.
    "Every time I do," said Catharine, "I seem to get kissed."
    Newt sat down on the close-cropped grass under an apple tree. "Sit down," he said.
    "No," she said.
    "I won't touch you," he said.
    "I don't believe you," she said.
    She sat down under another tree, twenty feet away from him. She closed her eyes.
    "Dream of Henry Stewart Chasens," he said.
    "What?" she said.
    "Dream of your wonderful husband-to-be," he said.
    "All right, I will," she said. She closed her eyes tighter, caught glimpses of her husband-to-be.
    Newt yawned.
    The bees were humming in the trees, and Catharine almost fell asleep. When she opened her eyes she saw that Newt really was asleep.
    He began to snore softly.
    Catharine let him sleep for an hour, and while he slept she adored him with all her heart.
    The shadows of the apple trees grew to the east. The bells in the tower of the school for the blind rang again.
    "*chick-a-dee-dee-dee*," went a chickadee.
    Somewhere far away an automobile started nagged and failed, nagged and failed, fell still.
    Catharine came out from under her tree, knelt by Newt.
    "Newt?" she said.
    "H'm?" he said. He opened his eyes.
    "Late," she said.
    "Hello, Catharine," he said.
    "Hello, Newt," she said.
    "I love you," he said.
    "I know," she said.
    "Too late," he said.
    "Too late," she said.
    He stood, stretched groaningly. "A very nice walk," he said.
    "I thought so," she said.
    "Part company here?" he said.
    "Where will you go?" she said.
    "Hitch into town, turn myself in," he said.
    "Good luck," she said.
    "You too," he said. "Marry me, Catharine?"
    "No," she said.
    He smiled, stared at her hard for a moment, then walked away quickly.
    Catharine watched him grow smaller in the long perspective of shadows and trees, knew that if he stopped and turned now, if he called to her, she would run to him. She would have no choice.
    Newt did stop. He did turn. He did call. "Catharine," he called.
    She ran to him, put her arms aroud him, could not speak.
  • SiOMsSiOMs Anywhere PExer
    mac_bolan00 and funzen tama ba si Catherine and Newt nga ba ang nasa Long Walk to Forever? :D

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