The great thing about Slaughterhouse Five:

The writer has finally ceased to be a writer.  Now he's just telling.  He has dropped it all.  Now it's just a story, unguarded.

The generic soldier is not the hero, the writer is the hero.




Not all of us have stories such.

The habit continues.



I lost so many books in that move.  With me somewhere, somewhere disappeared.  So many books I, in the rush, just threw in the recycling bin.  Turgenev, the Gentle Barbarian.  A biography of Dostoevsky, by the guy, not that you're ever going to actually read that...