The End

Finally we finished Slaughter House-Five. It's been a long journey, one I've definitely enjoyed. Vonnegut's genius and unimaginable creativity carried me through the whole novel without ever wanting to stop. It also brought hundreds of questions he left unanswered. I'm now left in a limbo wanting to sit down and talk with Vonnegut to see if I can clear my doubts. I guess I'll just have to check my schedule to see if I'm not too busy.
The book met its objective to leave something on the reader. I can safely say I'll never forget reading this masterpiece because of all the different ideas the reader can extract. A few I grabbed from the novel were its clear anti-war message and the emphasize on time which really made me understand moments in life will never come back. They'll live in the back of our heads as memories for us to cherish or regret but we will never live them again.
The ending was more than just a bit disappointing. It left more questions rather than bringing any answers but its hard to imagine any other way Vonnegut could've ended the novel. The biggest question I have with regards to the novel has been cooking in my head for a while now. Does Billy ever live through his entire life? He was only visiting specific moments in time so what happened to all those other days. The thousands of days full of the same routine, the cloudy Monday mornings and the sunny Saturday afternoons. Where they went we'll never know.
It was nice meeting Billy. Living day inn and day out the experiences that shaped the life of such a wonderful character. Meeting Weary, Rumfoord, Valencia, Montana, Campbell, the Tralfamadorians, and Trout was also great. Getting so close, so personal to these fictitious was a task only an author like Vonnegut could achieve. To all of them I say bye bye, it was great reading the book. To Vonnegut I say rest in piece. So it goes.

Certainty

I can say I've loved reading this book, I can also say I've hated it just as much. It's continuous references to other parts of the book or other people such as Howard Campbell have led me to Google search more than a dozen times. Above all the book has been very enjoyable and interesting which is really the most important. I'm getting closer and closer to the end and really don't know what to expect. I just know for sure its not going to be conventional. It's not going to be happy or sad, it will just be.

In Francisco Serna's blog, The Reading Tavern, I found some very interesting points. He talks about how Billy's destiny is presented to us in the book and questions the fact that there is no attempt from him to change the moments as he lives them. Several times in the book I asked myself the same question. There is really no answer and its up to us to develop our own theories. Francisco mentions he considers Billy does, in fact, have freewill. He is reliving the moments and therefore, has the ability to change the events. But, does he? I believe Billy has complete control over all his experiences but dosen't show any interest in changing any of the events. Why dosen't he want to avoid tragedy? If in fact his destiny is already predetermined how can he know how to act in each specific situation? Sometimes the time traveling seemed more like a dream, like a clip from movie. You can see it, hear it, but you can't touch it or change any of it. But if there is no central plot where is the dream coming from, where is Billy? He is just there. These questions will really only bring more but maybe Vonnegut will surprise us at the end answering a few of these. 

So It Goes...

A book is made out of letters, words, and sentences that later fill up entire pages to entertain us, the readers.  Now lets ask ourselves this question: What makes a great book? There is really no answer but in Vonnegut's novel specific words and phrases are essential for the book's development.

It's not very hard to notice how he uses words to play with the readers using his incomparable imagination and satiric voice displaying his genius. One of his tricks is italicizing words that make reference to a period in time. Whenever Vonnegut refers to was, were, is, and will he makes special emphasize because as we know the novel mentions time is not linear. According to Billy everything is because there is not past present or future, a Tralfamadorian belief. 

One aphorism Vonnegut includes repeated times in the text is "So It Goes". He mentions this after any death is commented on bringing a very informal tone to the novel. Its not grief what he's displaying for he believes there is no tragedy in death. It isn't the end of the journey for there is no end, its just another point in life. The continuous use of this really takes the reader into the novel and makes them question, analyze, and doubt its use and meaning. His informal register also helps us familiarize ourselves much more with the characters and story. Very few novels have really ever taken me so deep into the story line with the use of words and maxims.

Various techniques are used to achieve the desired effect. One of my favorites is repetition. There was one case that really left me mind blown. It didn't prove a point, but it expressed the idea that everything in the book is interlaced. Through the first chapters Billy is traveling with Weary and the Three Musketeers, they then die and not long after Weary dies but Billy survives. Many years later he's with his wife who appears eating candy bars several times throughout the novel. Interestingly the fisrt time Vonnegut makes mention of the candy bars she is eating a Three Musketeers candy bar. The connection may be meaningless but it left me thinking for days and even now I'm still mind blow, perpetually mind blown. 

Vonnegut's word choice and technique display his genius.

A Predictable Future

When reading a book its always the unexpected what thrills the reader. We never know whats coming or what will happen next but we're always a few pages away from finding out. This is, indeed, the push that makes us continue through the book even in those dull moments. Slaughter House Five seems to separate itself completely from any book I've ever read before. With no central plot, no chronological order whatsoever we as readers aren't waiting for something to come. We already know we're we'll be going, were the characters are taking, but we simply don't know the path. Billy already took us to his death in 1976, he already showed us Derby's death. We've made leaps all over his life but its still so mysterious, so intriguing. Something else thats coming to be increasingly important in the book  is the life of Vonnegut, Trout, and Billy joining in together and being incredibly interconnected. I've got to the point of thinking all these characters are Vonnegut's alienated personalities. He represent his feelings, thoughts, and ideas in such a way that sometimes it resembles an autobiography. One of its kind.

A couple days ago a saw an excellent movie. I felt the main character related a lot with Billy and Vonnegut. In Fight Club, the main character, Tyler Durden is actually personified by two separate actors who represent his two different personalities. Although in reality he is only one he sees himself as another person while other people only see him as one. It is a very weird movie with a very intricate plot but the way the characters are presented somehow resembled the connection between Billy and Vonnegut. Another great movie that creates this effect is Identity.

A Mirrored Reflection

Finally. After five long chapters it seems two universes have finally met. Since the beginning I've been speculating on whether or not Billy is indeed Vonnegut but it seems the book has brought my answer a bit earlier than expected. At first I thought Billy's life went in parallel with Vonnegut's. He was Vonnegut's representation of himself in another soldier than went through the same torments he himself had seen in the war. My prediction was erroneous as I came to see in the second part of Chapter 5. When Billy visits the latrines a soldier comments on the gruesome dump he's taking. "There they go, there they go.” These are the only words we hear from a character Vonnegut refers to as himself. It’s a fairly short encounter but a huge turning point in how I now view the book. It’s clear now that Billy is a separate character. He may still be a reflection of Vonnegut’s own madness but we now know, Billy is in fact Billy Pilgrim.

Something else really caught my attention. They quote Howard W. Campbell, an American now working for the Nazi propaganda. His work was sent out to Nazi POW camps to somehow make the officers understand the American’s psychology and to somehow explain why they acted the way they did. In his quotes, Campbell makes great critique of American society, he says, “They mock themselves and glorify their betters”. It talks about higher powers abusing the inferior, pure capitalism. Never before had I heard of an American traitor working for the Nazi regime. He is, in fact, a fictional character that Vonnegut writes about in a previous novel called Mother Night and really only makes short mention in Slaughter House – Five. Campbell is accused after the war but commits suicide before he is ever convicted. So it goes.

Meaningful Art

 The madness in Billy Pilgrim’s life is put under the spotlight. We are now being exposed to an intricate, complex Billy that fears his past. He ignores his mom’s company and lives his life immersed in science fiction books, staying day and night in a veteran’s hospital. This is the year 1948. But this isn’t the present, it isn’t the past, and it definitely isn’t the future. It’s the whole spectrum of his life; we don’t see any chronological order for this doesn’t exist. Moments never come one after the other and what we extract is the big picture. All these ideas really captured my attention.

Billy prepares for his abduction; he already knows they’re coming so he patiently waits. Inside the flying saucer he wants to experience their literature and soon finds himself deciphering something resembling a telegram. This is Tralfamadorian literature. These aliens don’t read consecutive words. Their language consists on forming an image with symbols and just capturing a big picture. It gave the text more depth than any earthling novel could ever create. I connected this immediately with the idea that sometimes images are far more profound than words. “We Tralfamadorians read them all at once, not one after the other. There isn’t any particular relationship between all the messages except that the author has chosen them carefully, so that, when seen all at once, they produce an image of life that is beautiful and surprisingly deep.” The idea of joining together fragments of unrelated material and creating an idea just blew me away. It’s like when we looked at the still painting a few weeks ago. We see a skull, some incense, a sword and other unrelated objects but quickly draw a conclusion. We find meaning behind everyday things you wouldn’t actually look into. Their novels resembled our photographs. Resembled beauty in a perpetual life. 

A Backwards World

There is no was, no will. “It simply is”. It is we, the earthlings that think of free will as something real. We don’t see our lives being shaped by predestination. We believe our actions can shape the future because we see time only in its linear form. Time is relative. It’s circular. Never before had I looked at life in such a way. Never had I even heard of someone talk about it like this. The idea had not been conceived. It takes a book like this to really change your understanding of life, or at least make the attempt of doing so. Quickly Slaughter House Five is turning into one of my favorite books because of its powerful and controversial anecdotes. Just a couple weeks ago a school in Missouri banned this book because of its controversial teachings.  They argued it went “against the bible”. That small fact just makes this book even better, it’s suppose to open people’s mind, to make you think outside if the box. There’s nothing wrong with that.

Up to this point in the book I think I’ve found my favorite part. It’s a strong anti war message brought to us in a very bizarre way. “The bombers opened their bomb bay doors, exerted a miraculous magnetism which shrunk the fires, gathered them into cylindrical steel containers, and lifted the containers into the bellies of the planes.” This is just an excerpt but it shows us how all destruction is created by us. We purposely search for the deadliest minerals, combine them to form even worst compounds, and then drop them on the innocent just to punish the few guilty ones. That basically is war. We never consider the other option. Not doing any of this. It’s hard to find the why, because there is no why. For now lets leave it at that because this is what it is.