kevin

I def leave dirty pots and pans on the stove.

I didn't know much about Vonnegut, having only read Cat's Cradle previously (and, I think in highschool, at that (boy, I'm old)), so took me a while to realize the autobiographical bits were truly autobiographical. Kinda wish it were pure memoir+musings, but the weaving in of fiction was a fun device, I suppose.

i'll tell you what, tho.. seems like he has a rep for being curmudgeonly, or something? i dunno, I get a lot of heart from this guy. just another disappointed sensitive soul seeking light.

The Mighty Powerfool

kicking myself for not deciding to become a damned intellectual

eh.. the writing is kinda lacking, but, y'know.. points for being written in 1924 and laying some sci-fi foundation.

oh, pairs well with “THX 1138”.

propaganda all the way down

another reminder of the true costs of comfort.

it did feel that the author was feeling his role in the “story” at times a bit much, tho.

i guess it'd be pretty cliché to say “the more things change, the more they stay the same...“

⥁

i liked the part where the whales gave glory to god ⛲️

casual heartbreak

...quaint?

title > content

getting burnt

the lives in lives

I'd like to believe in a version where Lee and Sam Hamilton elope and wander the world.

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fairly dry, though I did occasionally care about the protagonist's journey. oh, and the ending was pretty damn sad...always a plus.

reveries for future garbage.

I don't know how anyone could like anyone else in this.

the affectations/the degradations/the ramifications

the first chapter was pretty killer. the ending hit the spot.

delicate people,

Swann, dude...that's not love!

although, maybe I have to continue the series for things to build into something approaching profundity.. 🎩🧐

Well, the last third had a bit going on, I guess.

🔥🏚️🌽💦

noir plot that eventually makes its way through some Invisible Cities.

plus one star for the candid afterword, in which the author states as much.

well, the dream-like language and fantastical imaginings reminded me a bit of Borges, except without a lesson to be learned.

Though, I fully admit I may be too dense for this work.

a people's history of chernobyl