Kurt's Cradle

In an attempt too up my cutural ante so too speak,
I went out last week and purchased two brand new Penguin Classics
for the not so princely sum of 26 dollars and two stamps on my Unity
Book bonus card.
Now the reason behind these purchases was to rekindle my love affair with
good literature. This is an affair that has contained many ups and downs. From the epic heights of Ayn Rands Atlas Shrugged to the despairingly disappointing depths of convincing myself
that Stuff, poker blogs and various magazines are legitimate forms of reading.
Hah how foolish I have been.
The discipline to openly engage oneself with a book is by no means an easy feat.
It takes time, consideration, patience and concentration, but by fuck its worth it.

So back to the two books I purchased.
Number 1: Cats Cradle-Kurt Vonnegut
Number 2: Love in the Time of Cholera-Gabriel Garcia Marquez.

I write this just after finishing Cat's Cradle. I chose this book as
it presented a realistic reintroduction to good writing as it is shortish
in length and has provided me with an apt amount of satisfaction.
"We knocked the bastard off" I could say in a homage to my fellow
countryman and explorer Sir Ed.

Anyway the purpose behind this blog is to explore another avenue of my being
that has nagged and jostled and pulled and kicked, and scraped and dragged,
and punched and bounced and.........you get my drift.
Can I write?
I don't know but I think its time I tried..............

Cats Cradle a review of sorts

Now being the master of sci fi writing that he is Vonnegut does not
disappoint as he attacks the readers mind with an invented religion that both baffles and
engages the reader.
The protagonist for this story does not fall within a certain character as you may assume but
more with an ideal and that is Bokonism. Bokonism is Vonneguts, fate, tyranny, hope, ideals and full scale religious model all rolled into one.
The story follows Jonah an everyman and his quest to record recollections of what people
were doing on the fateful day Hiroshima was bombed. His journey soon takes a twist as he is thrown into a series of events, involving the three children of the man responsible for the A-bomb and the draconian situation on the island of San Lorenzo.

As the journey develops Vonnegut's power of satire becomes unmistakable as he explores the contradiction of religion, the ferocity of the arms race, and the inordinate stupidity of mankind.
Wrapped up in a headlong plunge into an end of the world scenario with a typically Vonnegutesque (not a word) twist. The reader is treated to a bitterly ironic yet funny tale that leaves you praying to avoid (yet oddly curious about) the future and the ice-9's yet to come.

I suggest you read this book its fucking epic (but not cause its long)

going to look at infrared photos now