“Slaughterhouse-Five” by Kurt Vonnegut
I can see why it’s such a cult classic. Right from the beginning, Vonnegut is daring you to completely disregard the plot, which thanks to the time-traveling Billy Pilgrim, jumps around from before his birth to after his death. A lot. It’s a surreal experience and makes you focus on the themes and ideas behind the words rather than the plot.
The book is about the firebombing during World War II by the allied forces of Dresden, a city of no strategic importance or military value, nicknamed the “Florence on the Elbe.” Vonnegut himself was there as a P.O.W. and witnessed the firebombing as well as the aftermath. This event and the lead up to and aftermath of this event are the core of the book, but the plot also concerns Tralfamdorians, an alien abduction, a pornstar named Montana Wildhack and other such absurdist elements. What Vonnegut plainly states in the intro and then emphasizes with the plot is that there is no sense to be made of an atrocity, so he just lays it all out for the reader to absorb. What’s most disconcerting is that it’s written in such a breezy, easy-to-read style that I found myself glossing over the most horrific descriptions of war. The book is obviously not meant to elicit a sentimental or emotional response (in fact it seems to be overtly set against doing this), yet by the end it hits you like a punch to the gut.
What it amounts to is one of the most unconventional and effective antiwar novels I have ever read, and one that I’ll be re-reading to pick up things I know I missed and to get the full impact of it.
