Slaughterhouse at 50

I missed the 50th anniversary of one of the pivotal books in my life. Slaughterhouse Five was published in 1969, just before I was born. I didn’t discover it until I was 16 years old. There was the time before I knew of Kurt Vonnegut and then there was the rest of my life. Today I can trace alot of my personal philosophy, cynism, and religion to Vonnegut and Slaughterhouse Five. For better and worse.

If you haven’t read it recently (or ever) join me in a revist this month.

And so it goes…