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Summary: One of Vonnegut's best
Review: Who cares about a relative lack of plot; Vonnegut doesn't need any such flimsy devices to be brilliant, whimsical and wise
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Summary: And yes, so it goes...unmistakably Kurt Vonnegut.
Review: This book follows what I appreciate most about Kurt Vonnegut's writing: an acute flair for the absurd, life, and all the connective tissue in between. For myself, Vonnegut need not put his name on the front of his books if one looks to the first paragraph initially...it creates a certain redundancy. Timequake is no exception.
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Summary: Vonnegut fans must read. Others may pass.
Review: A combination retrospective and fictitious book. As a long time fan of Vonnegut and all his books, I enjoyed reading about his life experiences. For a riveting story, read Breakfast of Champions or Slaughterhouse 5. This is a final farewell to Hard Core Vonnegut fans, really.
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Summary: Vonnegut gets darker as he gets older
Review: Mr. Vonnegut is beginning to show his age. Not one of his better books, but as always, entertaining. Vonnegut seems to be getting more pessimistic, prompting me to want to urge him what a reader of his said: "Please don't kill yourself." The ending saves the book. Barely.
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Summary: A stream-of-consciousness non-novel with no plot.
Review: It reads like abstract art without a guide. A collection of mostly unrelated paragraphs with no sense of cohesion. I feel like the "timequake," which did not enter significantly into the book (I can't truly call it a story), was an ad hoc gimic for the purpose of allowing the author to publish his late-night musings under the guise of "fiction." Granted, it was amusing and occassionally moving, even thought-provoking, but it was like looking at a photo album which had been accidentally dropped and the pictures badly shuffled.
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Summary: His best in years
Review: I love this author but most of his later books cannot compare to his earlier triumphs. Timequake is his best in years but don't expect Cat's Cradle. This book appears to be a summing up. Enjoy it for what it is.
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Summary: A portrait of an artist as an older man
Review: Vonegut's views on life boast pure wholesome goodness all the while filled with unmatched sharp wit. Timequake is an incredible probing of the way human thought has evolved over Vonegut's career; the development of technology, the devistating effects of mind-numbing television. He also explores the importance of family life giving much credit to the richness of the people that he was blessed to have encountered throughout his pwn life. Timequake is also a great credit to the two extraordinary things guides our spiecies: the human spirit and the human mind. No dout when Vonegut's awesome career draws to a close this great man will look back and ask, "how the hell did I do that?" And of course the only appropriate response will be, "ting-a-ling."
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Summary: Like a warm blanket on a cold wet day
Review: Granted, it's no Breakfast of Champions, but it's Vonnugut, and he still knows how to write love.
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Summary: What happened to Vonnegut?
Review: What happed to the Kurt Vonnegut of Cat's Cradle, Mother Night and Hocus Pocus. Starting out the book was a struggle to read...due to extreme boredom. It did get better by the end, but not much. Even Kurt Vonnegut said the origial book 'Timequake" wasn't to his liking so he took the best parts and strung them together, quite haphazardly I might add, and we got this book...Timequake 2 so to speak. It is certainly a let down that Vonnegut would choose to end such a great writting career with such a poor effort. What happened?
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Summary: Maturity and breadth under a beguilingly simple surface.
Review: Kurt Vonnegut allows his warts to show - without apology - as he explores the influence of his German Protestant origins, his attitudes to war, living, dying, creating, loving, and what the word "family" might mean in the next millennium. Some of it is so beautiful amd moving that I cried. Some seemed irritating and facile... until I began to see that this is an anthemic book, the work of a mature artist with something to say, who is conserving his precious energy by employing the icons from his own history and past work (notably, the views of the character Kilgore Trout, Vonnegut's alter-ego) in a slyly provocative short-hand. The book is a kind of fugue, or perhaps a good piece of American knitwear designed and woven by an iconoclastic, humane and gifted man. I predict it could become a cult classic, but dearly hope it gets far wider exposure. The book deserves the attention and so, my friends, does he.
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