
Signing up for AP literature meant I had summer reading to do. One of the books, and the only one on the list I have finished so far, was Slaughterhouse-Five.
When I went into Half Price Books to buy all the books I would be reading this summer, I noticed that on the back of the book there was a little paragraph describing it. The first sentence of this paragraph was “Slaughterhouse-Five is one of the world’s great anti-war books.” This was an immediate turn off. Due to the elections and the fiery debates surrounding them, I’ve become rather sick of political views—period. Now, I’m not the type to ignore politics—in fact, I often find the subject rather interesting—but lately, I’ve been on overload with recent family gatherings where everything boils down to sex, religion, and politics.
Here comes the weird/awesome part.
You see, this book was on a list that had two or three other books on it. This specific segment of the bigger assignment allowed us to choose one of the three or four books on our own. Well, seeing that this was a book that looked like it wanted to make a political statement, I looked for the other books on the list; I couldn’t find a single one. Thus, I had no choice but to buy an anti-war book—Ick.
I was not fond of the beginning. Don’t get me wrong, I loved the writing, but it just seemed like it would be nothing more than a good anti-war book, which was not what I wanted.
Then I met Billy Pilgrim.
An awkward optometrist captured by aliens, because—well, because it had to happen. He was tall, ugly, and as weak as a twig soaked in dog spit. A guy who, apart from being able to become “unstuck in time” (theoretically, an awesome ability) had no extraordinary qualities other than having “a tremendous wang.”
“Whoa! Didja ever travel through time?” –a druggy at some point in time
Yep, Mr. Pilgrim could indeed travel through time. Not such a hot gift when you never know what scene of your life you’re going to have to act out perfectly next. However, a gift is a gift, and every character in a story has to have some catch.
OK, so the fool can traverse time. WHO CARES?
It’s this idea of traversing time that truly displays Mr. Vonnegut’s skillful and concise writing. He jumps the reader throughout various times, and sometimes even to scenes already visited pages ago. The man knows what he wants you to get at every single one of those time jumps, and the ideas show themselves to the reader brilliantly; this keeps every scene interesting right up to the last. The ideas are flawlessly embedded to just the right extent. Sure, there is somewhat of an anti-war message, but it’s a message packaged in such stylish paper, that is full of entertainment. The packaging is so stylish, so subtly colorful, and so entertaining, that it would be a crime to label this book “just another anti-war novel.”