Jag har 985 böcker på min att-läsa-lista på Goodreads, och har nu tänkt att jag kanske skulle försöka beta av lite grann. Den allra första boken som jag lade till där, åtminstone som fortfarande finns kvar, är Slakthus 5 av Kurt Vonnegut. Och var bättre börja än i början?
Dagens Smakebit består av de första styckena i första kapitlet.
"All this happened, more or less. The war parts, anyway, are pretty much true. One guy I knew really was shot in Dresden for taking a teapot that wasn't his. Another guy I knew really did threaten to have his personal enemies killed by hired gunmen after the war. And so on. I've changed all their names.
I really did go back to Dresden with Guggenheim money (God love it) in 1967. It looked a lot like Dayton, Ohio, more open spaces than Dayton has. There must be tons of human bone meal in the ground.
I went back there with an old war buddy, Bernard V. O'Hare, and we made friends with a taxi driver, who took u s to the slaughterhouse where we had been locked up at night as prisoners of war. His name was Gerhard Müller. He told us that he was a prisoner of the Americans for a while. We asked him how it was to live under Communism, and he said it was terrible at first, because everybody had to work so hard, and because there wasn't much shelter or food or clothing. But things were much better now. He had a pleasant little apartment, and his daughter was getting an excellent education. His mother was incinerated in the Dresden fire-storm. So it goes."
Ur Slaughterhouse-Five av Kurt Vonnegut, Delacorte: 1969
Idag är jag seg i starten. Dricker kaffe och lyssnar på Lundströms Bokradio från igår. I eftermiddag blir det bokcirkel om Tjänarinnans berättelse och sedan hem till mamma och pappa för att fira Far på hans dag. Strax kommer det upp en hög bilder från veckan som gått!