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![]() Click for words events Nonfiction Review Kurt's Complaint
Ever since he made his debut in 1952 with "Player Piano," a novel
about people on a fictional planet controlled by a computer called
EPICAC, Kurt Vonnegut has resurfaced every few years to remind us--in
fiction or in memoirs--that technology should not be trusted, that
civilization is a disease and that America's lethal military machine is
a gun just itching to go off.
Vonnegut has been holding his tongue for five years now, and his
latest book, "A Man Without a Country," reads like the work of a man
who feels he has held back too long. "We are killing this planet as a
life-support system with poisons," writes the 82-year-old novelist.
"Everybody knows it, and practically nobody cares."
"A Man Without a Country" organizes Vonnegut's complaints into
twelve chapters on topics as diverse as sex and humanism. Each one
begins with a silkscreen image of some aphorism. "Evolution is so
creative," says one. "That is how we got giraffes." No other American
humorist seesaws from gravity to gobbledygook this effectively. Life for
Vonnegut is deadly serious, but the best way to deal with fear is to
laugh right back at it. A Man Without a Country
Kurt Vonnegut
Seven Stories Press, 146 pages, $23.95
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