So, I’ve posted my review of The Great Escape but I’m still in awe of its content. How inventive those amazing people, held prisoners in Stalag Luft III, really were. Making things out of things I wouldn’t even equate as relative. Just incredible. And speaking of incredible, I’ve moved on to Kurt Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse 5, of which I love the subtitle, The Children’s Crusade, as well as the story behind that title as told in the introduction. Vonnegut is a model of contemporary authorship but he also breathes a sensitive, touchingly vulnerable new life into the telling of World War Two stories. A survivor of the Dresden bombing (which was done by the Allies when he was a POW) it isn’t hard to see why he’d have hated guns, hated war and hated aggression. But his ability to communicate that over to a story is a marvel. At the time, the 1960s World War Two stories were told with gung-ho masculinity and focused on the heroics. The Great Escape is no exception, despite its tragic outcome. Vonnegut’s antithesis on the popular Allied Heroes conception came early in America’s involvement in the Vietnam War, and might just have given birth to the arts’ immense antiwar movement of the ’60s and ’70s and beyond.
What an achievement!
Speaking of, I’m still working on my next novel. Following Mighty Mary isn’t easy. The true story of a circus elephant doesn’t really leave any opening for what might come next. But I’m working. And I love what I’m doing.