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mariethefroggy
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Это издание - сборник эссе, вышедший в 2005 году. Воннегут рассчитывал, что это будет его последняя публикация. Так и случилось - автор умер в 2007. Я бы не сказала, что этот сборник очень интересен. Практически всё, что Воннегут высказывает здесь, уже было им высказано в более ранних работах. Единственно новая вещь - размышления про современную этой книге войну в Ираке и Буша Младшего.

The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possible can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.

There are old poops who will say that you do not become a grown-up until you have somehow survived, as they have, some famous calamity - the Great Depression, the Second World War, Vietnam, whatever. Storytellers are responsible for this destructive, not to say suicidal, myth. Again and again in stories, after some terrible mess, the character is able to say at last, "Today I am a woman. Today I am a man. The end."
When I got home from the Second World War, my Uncle Dan clapped me on the back, and he said, "You're a man now." So I killed him. Not really, but I certainly felt like doing it.
Dan, that was my bad uncle, who said a male can't be a man unless he'd gone to war.

There is no reason good can't triumph over evil, if only angels will get organized along the lines of the mafia.
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