"Billy Pilgrim says that the Universe does not look like a lot of bright little dots to the creatures from Tralfamadore. The creatures can see where each star has been and where it is going, so that the heavens are filled with rarefied, luminous spaghetti. And Tralfamadorians don't see human beings as two-legged creatures, either. They see them as great millipedes with babies' legs at one end and old people's legs at the other." (Chapter 5)
"If what Billy Pilgrim learned from the Tralfamadorians is true, that we will all live forever, no matter how dead we may sometimes seem to be, I am not overjoyed. Still--if I am going to spend eternity visiting this moment and that, I'm grateful that so many of those moments are nice." (Chapter 10)
- Excerpts from Kurt Vonnegut's 1969 classic Slaughterhouse-Five, (or The Children’s Crusade: A Duty-Dance with Death). In the quote Vonnegut addresses his mythical realm of Tralfamadore, an exoplanet many light-years away from Earth which first appeared in Sirens of Titan* and, later, in Timequake. It is to this planet Billy Pilgrim, the central character of Slaughterhouse 5, is taken after his abduction and where he is held as an entertaining specimen in a Tralfamadorian zoo. (Inset left is a digital image by Janmesh Shah.)
The unique thing about the novel is that Slaughterhouse 5 is not considered a science fiction tale. It is hailed as the primo 20th century anti-war novel, while, at the same time, the thinly disguised memoir of a former WW2 soldier who literally marched through a living hell but somehow survived to tell the harrowing tale.
"Kurt Vonnegut's fiction is often explicitly science fiction, yet Vonnegut recoils at the use of the term -- scared off, I suppose, by the books written by Kilgore Trout, his fictional alter-ego. So you won't find Vonnegut in the science fiction department either, even though "The Sirens of Titan" is about flying saucers, "Player Piano" is about the effects of in a near-future society, and "Cat's Cradle" is about a lab-created crystal with the capacity to plunge Earth into a permanent Ice Age. These are science fiction themes, whether Vonnegut wishes to admit it or not. And since his books are so readily available, I won't complain. At least I know where to go in the bookstore to find his books..."
- Mac Tonnies via Posthuman Blues, Sunday, March 14, 2004. Mac was a huge fan of Vonnegut. For him, Vonnegut was right up there with Kafka, Kerouac, Ballard, Bradbury, Burroughs, Gibson and P.K. Dick.** His favorite Vonnegut novel was Breakfast of Champions (1973). It was one of the books he'd want on hand if he was stranded on a deserted island.
That being said, Mac's bewilderment regarding Vonnegut's attitude towards the sci-fi genre was not unique. Critics still debate this topic today in spite of Vonnegut's own essay on the topic, On Writing Science Fiction:
"Years ago I was working in Schenectady for General Electric, completely surrounded by machines and ideas for machines, so I wrote a novel about people and machines, and machines frequently got the best of it, as machines will. (It was called Player Piano, and it's coming out in hard covers again next spring.) And I learned from the reviewers that I was a science-fiction writer.
I didn't know that. I supposed that I was writing a novel about life, about things I could not avoid seeing and hearing in Schenectady, a very real town, awkwardly set in the gruesome now. I have been a sore-headed occupant of a file-drawer labeled ''science- fiction'' ever since, and I would like out, particularly since so many serious critics regularly mistake the drawer for a tall white fixture in a comfort station."
In the case of the planet Tralfamadore and Billy Pilgrim, Vonnegut was writing about alien abductions during a decade when "alien abductions" and UAP sightings were just beginning to trickle into the public domain via local mainstream news sources. The phenomenon emerged in the early 1950s but,75 years later, we are still none the wiser and have little understanding of the abduction experience.***
As it was, via an article entitled The Laughing Time Traveller, we learn:
"...that Vonnegut invented Tralfamodore as a child when he was stargazing with his extended family on a jetty at their summer home on Lake Maxinkuckee in north-western Indiana."
Hmmm... How many ways can we translate that line? Memories are such slippery things.
Inset right is Vonnegut in 1940 when he was a lad of 18. Two years later he enlisted in the army (joining the Children's Crusade). Soon afterwards his mother committed suicide. Maybe a year after that Vonnegut, an American of German descent, emerged from Slaughterhouse Five as a POW in Germany to watch helplessly as the great city of Dresden and most of its people were burned in a firestorm created by Allied missiles; a sight which haunted him for the rest of his life.
In any case, in the photo, he was just a kid. What you can't tell from the photo is that he was very tall. Oddly enough, he reminds me of Mac in some way. Mac may have thought so, too.
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