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Apr 25, 2010

Breakfast of Champions or Goodbye Blue Monday by Kurt Vonnegut

It was just over a year ago that I read Slaughterhouse-Five, or The Children's Crusade: A Duty-Dance with Death. This book, it would be fair to say, broke my mind a little bit. It broke the way I thought about time, and lead to such incidents as me visiting Greenwich and stomping on the line of GMT shouting 'Take that, time!', to the amusement of my friends and the horror of the attendant. This resulted in an afternoon in Greenwhich park with me saying things like 'If time is a place, there are only 2 dimensions, and we're all flat. Everything is flat'. It's not really picnic conversation. Still, now, I am perplexed as to how one is to reconcile this made up ridiculous idea of the 'passage of time'. Daylight savings is minor crisis I endure twice a year when I think 'Why bother keeping time if we're only going to change it to suit ourselves?'. My dear friend Guy, whose couch I was calling home when I read this book, seems to be able to tell, before I've even opened my mouth, when I'm about to being a rumination on the topic of time. He'll invariably try to distract me with something shiny, or alcoholic, or just take his head in his hands and say, 'No, Amber. No talking about time'. Poor Guy.

Don't get me wrong, I LOVED Slaughterhouse-five: I dream of having the perspicacity of the beings on Tralfamadore to be able to see through time, but it has had some pretty deep reverberations. For example, I no longer believe in the concept of being late. So, on the basis of what that book has done to my life, and my ability to meet people in bars without coming off like a completely steam-punk worshiping freak, I hesitated to embark on Breakfast of Champions.

Ok, that's a lie: I didn't hesitate. I couldn't get into it fast enough. A friend gave it to me at her leaving party while she was packing to go overseas, in the kind of way you haphazardly discard your belongings in this process - you're ecstatic at the thought of off-loading something to someone else, no matter how precious, simply because it means you don't have to pack it. So, I made my excuses, left the party, and went home to start the book. I was not disappointed. I should have known I wouldn't be, and if I wasn't such a rudimentary creature who experienced time as linear, I could've told you how much I would enjoy this book before I even started it. Alas.

Breakfast of Champions or Goodbye Blue Monday is also illustrated by the narrator (who is also the author - Philboyd Studge). This paragraph in the preface sets the tone perfectly:
This book is my fiftieth birthday present to myself. I feel as though I am crossing the spine of a roof--having ascended one slope.
I am programmed at fifty to perform childishly--to insult "The Star-Spangled Banner", to scrawl pictures of a Nazi flag and an asshole and a lot of other things with a felt-tipped pen. To give an idea of the maturity of my illustrations for this book, here is my picture of an asshole:
And so on.

This books is the biggest piss-take ever. Nothing is sacred and, in a sense, since as it plainly says in the preface, this book is an attempt "to clear my head of all the junk in there--the assholes, the flags, the underpants... I'm throwing out characters from my other books too. I'm not going to put on any more puppet shows..." this book is even a piss-take of writing. Vonnegut recycles characters from his and other people's writing. It would be lazy, if it weren't so incredibly well crafted and superbly executed.

It's an anti-novel of a sort. A good sort. An hilarious, laugh-out-loud, read-pages-to-your-mates sort.

If that's not enough to get you to the library, allow me to refer you to p.22 of the 2000 Vintage edition:


2 comments:

  1. I had no idea that analysing the time/space continuim was such an obsession of yours! I would totally fail the BFF test - I blame you for keeping on moving away from me.

    I have not yet read any Vonnegut, I think in part because Campbell's ex-housemate (remember Kat? the kind of weird depressive one from Faraday St) used to rave about him, and I thought she was being a wanker. I think she even had a Slaughterhouse 5 t-shirt. I digress.

    Which one would you recommend I read first?

    I have also started reading a lot of short books, I think subconsciously in part so I can blog more. It's kind of like cheating no?

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  2. I hope it's not like cheating, because I've just started a book of short stories...

    I do remember Kat. Remember when her undies got stolen?

    So, of the two I've read, I would say both. You should read both first ;) If only the time/space continuim was more flexible so that you could do that...

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