Timequake
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
EPILOGUE
PRAISE FOR KURT VONNEGUT'S
BAGOMBO SNUFF BOX
"A good showing."--People
"These tales are worth reading; with the other early stories in Welcome to the Monkey House, they provide fans with the complete test-tube Vonnegut."--Entertainment Weekly
"The stories... are snappy and often humorous, gentle even when sad. Some have trick endings--the early Vonnegut, he tells us, was an admirer of O. Henry. Most have morals. And the characters know what the morals are; the willingness of even the pretentious and deluded among them to learn from their comeuppances reflects a kind of optimism we don't expect from the author of Slaughterhouse-Five and Cat's Cradle."--Los Angeles Times
"It is fascinating to read the author as he was developing his distinctive style and voice that would subsequently fashion novels such as Cat's Cradle and Slaughterhouse-Five ... The stories in this collection still resonate in the new millenium ... There are many gems... The stories, full of fast-moving dialogue and zany characters, rarely miss their mark."--The Florida Times-Union
"A pleasant sampler of the comic science fiction and anecdotal-style humor that later matured into the black comedy of his best novels ... Here's proof that Vonnegut was always drop-dead funny, that he had a knack for knowing that every good joke must be attached to an idea."
--Milwaukee Journal Sentinel
"Vonnegut fans can rejoice at publication of Bagombo Snuff Box ... This pleasing assortment of wicked techno-satire and cautionary wisdom, mostly written and published in the '50s, represents the balance of Mr. Vonnegut's unpublished short work."--The Dallas Morning News
"An on-target, satisfying collection of quirky plot lines and rapidly developed characters who usually manage to rise above their ordinary stations and predicaments."--Chicago Tribune
PRAISE FOR KURT VONNEGUT'S
TIMEQUAKE
"[A] quirky mix of fiction and biography ... low whimsy and high seriousness... This is the indispensable Vonnegut, the old warrior who will not accept the dehumanizing of politics, the blunting of conscience and the glibness of the late-20th-century Western world."--San Francisco Chronicle
"A word cartoonist, a wise guy, a true subversive! ... Vonnegut is still making the pompous look silly and the decent and lovely look decent and lovely... The man's mind is racing, and it is exhilarating to give chase... [Timequake is] a highly entertaining consideration of the relationship between the writer's life and the writer's imagination. Some of its juxtapositions are unsettling, especially the fictional-nonfictional scenes of marriage. Some are hilarious ... This work has been a blessing."
--Valerie Sayers, New York Times Book Review
"A remarkable display of authorial honesty... [a] puree of fact and fancy... a catalog of Vonnegut's suggested tools for successful navigation through a treacherous existence: humor, honesty, generosity of spirit and sufficient bravery to live as well as exist."
--Detroit Free Press
"A curious blend of wisdom and bitterness, wit and resignation, and the nose-thumbing at the universe."
--San Diego Union-Tribune
"Part autobiography, part meditation, part satire ... Vonnegut is at his best."--Atlanta Journal-Constitution
PRAISE FOR KURT VONNEGUT'S
HOCUS POCUS
"Terribly funny... As good as the best of his novels."
--John Irving, Los Angeles Times
"Hocus Pocus is the most topical, realistic Vonnegut novel to date ... He is a satirist with a heart, a moralist with a whoopee cushion."
--Jay McInerney, The New York Times
"His voice is one of the most original in popular American fiction ... sharp-toothed satire... truly hilarious... Hocus Pocus is ample proof that his literary prestidigitation can still amuse and delight."
--San Francisco Chronicle
"Vonnegut is back, with plenty to say... Combining clever wit with keen social observation, Hocus Pocus re-establishes Mr. Vonnegut's place as the Mark Twain of our times."
--Atlanta Journal & Constitution
"Vintage Vonnegut, witty, startling, satiric... off-the wall brilliance. Vonnegut is a true original. Hocus Pocus is not only poignant and provocative, it is outrageous and very funny indeed. If Luck and Time are the two prime movers of the Universe, we are lucky in our time to have a Kurt Vonnegut to prod us, scold us, astonish us, unnerve us, entertain us and make us laugh."
--Cleveland Plain Dealer
"A king-sized relief valve of comedy. Every bit as humorous as Cat's Cradle, Slaughterhouse-Five, Breakfast of Champions, or any of Vonnegut's other comic masterpieces... Vonnegut evokes the cynical chortle, the knowing grin, the inner laughter that soothes our troubled reflections ... He's mad as hell and laughing all the way to the apocalypse."--Playboy
"Vonnegut's best novel in years."--The Nation
PRAISE FOR KURT VONNEGUT'S
FATES WORSE THAN DEATH
"Fates Worse Than Death is honest and scarily funny, and it offers a rare insight into an author who has customarily hidden his heart ... Mr. Vonnegut is perhaps more intimate with the reader than ever."--The New York Times
"The kindred spirit of Mark Twain harpoons humanity with howling assessments... Vonnegut's genius for satire continues to shine."--Nashville Banner
"An often insightful and always funny self-portrait that may be as much of an autobiography as we will ever get from Vonnegut."
--Playboy
"Mordantly funny... highly entertaining."--Newsday
"Startlingly original ... [The book] touches on actual 'fates worse than death' (Vonnegut concludes there are very few), pornography (several of his own books have been branded as such by religious zealots), Geraldo Rivera (Vonnegut's unlamented ex-son-in-law), Manhattan (Skyscraper National Park), and the fire-bombing of Dresden while he was a prisoner there during World War II (certainly the inspiration for the classic Slaughterhouse-Five) ... Witty and warmhearted, Fates Worse Than Death offers a cornucopia of ideas, reminiscences,
opinions, asides, anecdotes and flights of fancy. Although intensely personal, it embraces matters that touch us all."
--St. Petersburg Times
"Vonnegut freely quotes himself on everything from art and architecture to madness and mass murder ... uncompromising."
--Los Angeles Times
"He remains a happy pessimist and one of the country's most thoughtful and entertaining writers."--San Antonio Express-News
Books by Kurt Vonnegut
PLAYER PIANO
THE SIRENS OF TITAN
MOTHER NIGHT
CAT'S CRADLE
GOD BLESS YOU, MR. ROSEWATER
WELCOME TO THE MONKEY HOUSE
SLAUGHTERHOUSE-FIVE
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, WANDA JUNE
BREAKFAST OF CHAMPIONS
WAMPETERS, FOMA & GRANFALLOONS
SLAPSTICK
JAILBIRD
PALM SUNDAY
DEADEYE DICK
GALAPAGOS
BLUEBEARD
HOCUS POCUS
FATES WORSE THAN DEATH
TIMEQUAKE
BAGOMBO SNUFF BOX
Out-of-print science fiction writer Kilgore Trout
in Cohoes, New York, in 1975, having learned of
the death of his estranged son, Leon, in a Swedish
shipyard, having given his parakeet, "Cyclone Bill, "
his freedom, and about to become a vagabond.
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TIMEQUAKE
Copyright (c) 1997 by Kurt Vonnegut
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PROLOGUE
Ernest Hemingway in 1952 published in Life magazine a long short story called The Old Man and the Sea. It was about a Cuban fisherman who hadn't caught anything for eighty-four days. The Cuban hooked an enormous marlin. He killed it and lashed it alongside his little boat. Before he could get it to shore, though, sharks bit off all the meat on the skeleton.
I was living in Barnstable Village on Cape Cod when the story appeared. I asked a neighboring commercial fisherman what he thought of it. He said the hero was an idiot. He should have hacked off the best chunks of meat and put them in the bottom of the boat, and left the rest of the carcass for the sharks.
It could be that the sharks Hemingway had in mind were critics who hadn't much liked his first novel in ten years, Across the River and into the Trees, published two years earlier. As far as I know, he never said so. But the marlin could have been that novel.
And then I found myself in the winter of 1996 the creator of a novel which did not work, which had no point, which had never wanted to be written in the first place. Merde! I had spent nearly a decade on that ungrateful fish, if you will. It wasn't even fit for shark chum.
I had recently turned seventy-three. My mother made it to fifty-two, my father to seventy-two. Hemingway almost made it to sixty-two. I had lived too long! What was I to do?
Answer: Fillet the fish. Throw the rest away.
This I did in the summer and autumn of 1996. Yesterday, November 11th of that year, I turned seventy-four. Seventy-four!
Johannes Brahms quit composing symphonies when he was fifty-five. Enough! My architect father was sick and tired of architecture when he was fifty-five. Enough! American male novelists have done their best work by then. Enough! Fifty-five is a long time ago for me now. Have pity!
My great big fish, which stunk so, was entitled Timequake. Let us think of it as Timequake One. And let us think of this one, a stew made from its best parts mixed with thoughts and experiences during the past seven months or so, as Timequake Two.
Hokay?
The premise of Timequake One was that a timequake, a sudden glitch in the space-time continuum, made everybody and everything do exactly what they'd done during a past decade, for good or ill, a second time. It was deja vu that wouldn't quit for ten long years. You couldn't complain about life's being nothing but old stuff, or ask if just you were going nuts or if everybody was going nuts.
There was absolutely nothing you could say during the rerun, if you hadn't said it the first time through the decade. You couldn't even save your own life or that of a loved one, if you had failed to do that the first time through.
I had the timequake zap everybody and everything in an instant from February 13th, 2001, back to February 17th, 1991. Then we all had to get back to 2001 the hard way, minute by minute, hour by hour, year by year, betting on the wrong horse again, marrying the wrong person again, getting the clap again. You name it!
Only when people got back to when the timequake hit did they stop being robots of their pasts. As the old science fiction writer Kilgore Trout said, "Only when free will kicked in again could they stop running obstacle courses of their own construction."
Trout doesn't really exist. He has been my alter ego in several of my other novels. But most of what I have chosen to preserve from Timequake One has to do with his adventures and opinions. I have salvaged a few of the thousands of stories he wrote between 1931, when he was fourteen, and 2001, when he died at the age of eighty-four. A hobo for much of his life, he died in luxury in the Ernest Hemingway Suite of the writers' retreat Xanadu in the summer resort village of Point Zion, Rhode Island. That's nice to know.
His very first story, he told me as he was dying, was set in Camelot, the court of King Arthur in Britain: Merlin the Court Magician casts a spell that allows him to equip the Knights of the Round Table with Thompson submac
hine guns and drums of .45-caliber dumdums.
Sir Galahad, the purest in heart and mind, familiarizes himself with this new virtue-compelling appliance. While doing so, he puts a slug through the Holy Grail and makes a Swiss cheese of Queen Guinevere.
Here is what Trout said when he realized that the ten year rerun was over, that he and everybody else were suddenly obligated to think of new stuff to do, to be creative again: "Oh, Lordy! I am much too old and experienced to start playing Russian roulette with free will again."
Yes, and I myself was a character in Timequake One, making a cameo appearance at a clambake on the beach at the writers' retreat Xanadu in the summer of 2001, six months after the end of the rerun, six months after free will kicked in again.
I was there with several fictitious persons from the book, including Kilgore Trout. I was privileged to hear the old, long-out-of-print science fiction writer describe for us, and then demonstrate, the special place of Earthlings in the cosmic scheme of things.
So now my last book is done, with the exception of this preface. Today is November 12th, 1996, about nine months, I would guess, from its publication date, from its emergence from the birth canal of a printing press. There is no rush. The gestation period for a baby Indian elephant is more than twice that long.
The gestation period for a baby opossum, friends and neighbors, is twelve days.
I have pretended in this book that I will still be alive for the clambake in 2001. In chapter 46, I imagine myself as still alive in 2010. Sometimes I say I'm in 1996, where I really am, and sometimes I say I am in the midst of a rerun following a timequake, without making clear distinctions between the two situations.
I must be nuts.
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Call me Junior. My six grown kids do. Three are adopted nephews, three are my own. They call me Junior behind my back. They think I don't know that.