“Cat’s Cradle” by Kurt Vonnegut
I think Vonnegut’s writing finally clicked for me sometime near the end of this book. Up until that point, I felt like I was missing something. Yes, I understood it as satire, but something this absurd had to have a much larger meaning that I just wasn’t getting. I felt the same thing while reading “Slaughterhouse-Five” as well.
In both cases, it took me most of the book to get over that hump. But once I did, they are glorious works to behold. I think, for me, the larger meaning is that the world is beautiful and doomed. I find that his mindset is similar to Colonel Kurtz in “Apocalypse Now”. What do you do when you find out that we are all on the edge of chaos? That at any moment, your perfect world can turn to shit, or you can die? You either embrace the darkness, lose your mind and go live in the jungle, or you appreciate the beauty of the world and laugh in chaos’ face.
I don’t know about anyone else, but I like Vonnegut’s approach better.
