
I have always been a fan of Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. (who dropped the Jr after his father passed away) since Slaughterhouse-Five
I read Slaughterhouse many, many moons ago as well as seeing the movie.
Recently, I re-introduced myself to Vonnegut’s work via Player Piano a few weeks ago. I completed the book this morning while on the commuter train to my own job (as of this writing. The way things are progressing there, I may be out of work by month’s end or November’s end – that story to be written when the laws are not against me).
After beginning Player Piano I decided to form my Vonnegut collection as not be interrupted in the next I wish to read Mother Night when I am ready. I am ready.
First, allow me to explain, without spoiling, Player Piano. In a nutshell, it tells the story of how machines have replaced man in their work. Intelligence replaces knowing in jobs and the ladder of success. The idea came about when Vonnegut was working at GE (General Electric – no, not demeaning anyone’s intelligence by spelling it out, just make sure) and noticed a machine there that was taking the place of men there or might have or have already.
Player Piano is a must read for any working stiff and by the mere fact that there may be a day when machines MAY take the place of man in his job, but by the mere fact that anyone can and will be replaced by someone or nothing in their lifetime. This is not a bad thing because there’s always the alternative route which the book introduces, which I did not see coming.
I rank this book up there with Huxley’s Brave New World in a sense that our intelligence will determine what we will be in life. Our intelligence NOT our will or want. Quick side note. I really enjoy dystopia novels.
I have not ventured on to Mother Night in which I have just viewed the movie approximately a week ago. My next tackle will be Slaughterhouse-Five and I am not sure if I will read Deadwood Dick or Cat’s Cradle afterwards.
In the mean time, I am building up my collection of his book, actually a library of his books so I won’t run of Vonneguts to read – for a while at least.






