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THE SIRENS OF TITAN
The Sirens of Titan is an outrageous romp through space, time, and morality. The richest, most depraved man on Earth, Malachi Constant, is offered a chance to take a space journey to distant worlds with a beautiful woman at his side. Of course there's a catch to the invitation—and a prophetic vision about the purpose of human life that only Vonnegut has the courage to tell.
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Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
710 books37k followersKurt Vonnegut, Junior was an American novelist, satirist, and most recently, graphic artist. He was recognized as New York State Author for 2001-2003.
He was born in Indianapolis, later the setting for many of his novels. He attended Cornell University from 1941 to 1943, where he wrote a column for the student newspaper, the Cornell Daily Sun. Vonnegut trained as a chemist and worked as a journalist before joining the U.S. Army and serving in World War II.
After the war, he attended University of Chicago as a graduate student in anthropology and also worked as a police reporter at the City News Bureau of Chicago. He left Chicago to work in Schenectady, New York in public relations for General Electric. He attributed his unadorned writing style to his reporting work.
His experiences as an advance scout in the Battle of the Bulge, and in particular his witnessing of the bombing of Dresden, Germany whilst a prisoner of war, would inform much of his work. This event would also form the core of his most famous work, Slaughterhouse-Five, the book which would make him a millionaire. This acerbic 200-page book is what most people mean when they describe a work as "Vonnegutian" in scope.
Vonnegut was a self-proclaimed humanist and socialist (influenced by the style of Indiana's own Eugene V. Debs) and a lifelong supporter of the American Civil Liberties Union.
The novelist is known for works blending satire, black comedy and science fiction, such as Slaughterhouse-Five (1969), Cat's Cradle (1963), and Breakfast of Champions (1973)
He was born in Indianapolis, later the setting for many of his novels. He attended Cornell University from 1941 to 1943, where he wrote a column for the student newspaper, the Cornell Daily Sun. Vonnegut trained as a chemist and worked as a journalist before joining the U.S. Army and serving in World War II.
After the war, he attended University of Chicago as a graduate student in anthropology and also worked as a police reporter at the City News Bureau of Chicago. He left Chicago to work in Schenectady, New York in public relations for General Electric. He attributed his unadorned writing style to his reporting work.
His experiences as an advance scout in the Battle of the Bulge, and in particular his witnessing of the bombing of Dresden, Germany whilst a prisoner of war, would inform much of his work. This event would also form the core of his most famous work, Slaughterhouse-Five, the book which would make him a millionaire. This acerbic 200-page book is what most people mean when they describe a work as "Vonnegutian" in scope.
Vonnegut was a self-proclaimed humanist and socialist (influenced by the style of Indiana's own Eugene V. Debs) and a lifelong supporter of the American Civil Liberties Union.
The novelist is known for works blending satire, black comedy and science fiction, such as Slaughterhouse-Five (1969), Cat's Cradle (1963), and Breakfast of Champions (1973)
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March 29, 2019
Somebody up there likes me.
One of my favorite film directors is Wes Anderson. I’m not sure if he is a fan of Kurt Vonnegut, but he should be and he should produce and direct the film adaption of Kurt Vonnegut’s novel, Sirens of Titan.
Sirens of Titan, Vonnegut’s second published novel, was released in 1959. Some aspects of his brilliant short story Harrison Bergeron, which was published in 1961, are revealed in the pages of Sirens. Other aspects of this novel are fairly representative of the later work that many people regard as his masterpiece, Slaughterhouse-Five. In fact, interestingly, aspects of several works in Vonnegut’s bibliography can be detected, including Galápagosand Slapstick or Lonesome No More!.
Player Piano may have been the first book published by Kurt Vonnegut, but Sirens of Titan was the first Vonnegut book.
Player Piano was an excellent story, a fine work of science fiction literature written by a man with much world experience and wisdom. But … for the body of work that would come, that great canon of literature that would inspire and entertain and provoke thought from generations of readers, the vanguard was Sirens of Titan.
Kurt Vonnegut, when he wrote Sirens of Titan, was 37 Earth years old, he was 6 feet 2 inches tall and had curly brown hair that his mother, Edith Lieber, called chestnut.
I have read a lot of Kurt Vonnegut’s books and I think Sirens of Titan was the book that formed the template, the engineering blueprint, for what would become.
And so it goes.
One of my favorite film directors is Wes Anderson. I’m not sure if he is a fan of Kurt Vonnegut, but he should be and he should produce and direct the film adaption of Kurt Vonnegut’s novel, Sirens of Titan.
Sirens of Titan, Vonnegut’s second published novel, was released in 1959. Some aspects of his brilliant short story Harrison Bergeron, which was published in 1961, are revealed in the pages of Sirens. Other aspects of this novel are fairly representative of the later work that many people regard as his masterpiece, Slaughterhouse-Five. In fact, interestingly, aspects of several works in Vonnegut’s bibliography can be detected, including Galápagosand Slapstick or Lonesome No More!.
Player Piano may have been the first book published by Kurt Vonnegut, but Sirens of Titan was the first Vonnegut book.
Player Piano was an excellent story, a fine work of science fiction literature written by a man with much world experience and wisdom. But … for the body of work that would come, that great canon of literature that would inspire and entertain and provoke thought from generations of readers, the vanguard was Sirens of Titan.
Kurt Vonnegut, when he wrote Sirens of Titan, was 37 Earth years old, he was 6 feet 2 inches tall and had curly brown hair that his mother, Edith Lieber, called chestnut.
I have read a lot of Kurt Vonnegut’s books and I think Sirens of Titan was the book that formed the template, the engineering blueprint, for what would become.
And so it goes.
May 14, 2024
There are plenty of space travels in The Sirens of Titan but it isn’t a space opera… It is a spaced out satire, a cosmic comedy of manners…
Some enigmatic space phenomenon had turned a lonely space scout into something similar to photon, possessing properties of both particle and wave, and spread him all over outer space and time, making him periodically appear and disappear in different places as his material self…
This smart allusion to Alice's Adventures in Wonderland surely gave me an agreeable frisson.
Consequently, to improve humankind and to better its destiny omnipresent and omniscient Rumfoord decided to become a universal do-gooder and began to commit a hellish lot of preposterous deeds and even fashioned a new religion…
But however absurd new religion may seem it can’t be more absurd than those religions that already exist.
Mankind flung its advance agents ever outward, ever outward. Eventually it flung them out into space, into the colorless, tasteless, weightless sea of outwardness without end.
It flung them like stones.
These unhappy agents found what had already been found in abundance on Earth – a nightmare of meaninglessness without end. The bounties of space, of infinite outwardness, were three: empty heroics, low comedy, and pointless death.
Some enigmatic space phenomenon had turned a lonely space scout into something similar to photon, possessing properties of both particle and wave, and spread him all over outer space and time, making him periodically appear and disappear in different places as his material self…
Winston Niles Rumfoord vanished slowly, beginning with the ends of his fingers, and ending with his grin. The grin remained some time after the rest of him had gone.
This smart allusion to Alice's Adventures in Wonderland surely gave me an agreeable frisson.
Consequently, to improve humankind and to better its destiny omnipresent and omniscient Rumfoord decided to become a universal do-gooder and began to commit a hellish lot of preposterous deeds and even fashioned a new religion…
“O Lord Most High, what a glorious weapon is Thy Apathy, for we have unsheathed it, have thrust and slashed mightily with it, and the claptrap that has so often enslaved us or driven us into the madhouse lies slain!”
But however absurd new religion may seem it can’t be more absurd than those religions that already exist.
August 2, 2011
5 THINGS I KNOW I learned from reading Sirens of Titan
1. Kurt Vonnegut was a brilliantly insightful GENIUS whose brain waves were ever so slightly out of phase with our universe making complete comprehension of his work by the rest of us impossible;
2. In the hands of a master, literature can be both incredibly entertaining and soul-piercingly deep;
3. Vonnegut had a rock hard MAD on the size of a Dyson Sphere against Organized Religion;
4. Winston Niles Rumfoord is a Gigantanormous, Hobbit-blowing, Douchasaurus Rex (or if you prefer the proper latin phrase Giganticus, SamwiseGamgeeus, Douchbaggius Maximus); and
5. A Martian soldier unable to stand at attention because he has been strangled to death by his best friend...can be VERY, VERY FUNNY!!
There is quite a bit more that I’m pretty sure of after reading this Vonnegut classic, but on the above I am very confidant. I had so much fun with this book and I am sure that I still missed some of what Vonnegut was trying to say. His delivery is so dry and understated that if your attention wonders even for a moment, you can miss his point. I think this is one of those books that just screams to be read in a group and discussed. Maybe that’s why books like this lend themselves so well to re-reading every so often, because there is so much more there to find upon closer inspection.
PLOT SUMMARY
Here is a brief rundown of the plot (for what it’s worth). The story is told by an unnamed far future historian and takes place over a 40+ year period during the “Nightmare Ages”…“sometime between the Second World War and the Third Great Depression.” The story revolves around 3 main characters are Malachi Constant, the aforementioned Winston Niles Rumfoord and Rumfoord’s wife, Beatrice.
The story begins with Malachi Constant, the richest man in the world, being granted a rare invitation to the Rumfoord Estate to witness a “materialization.” You see Winston Niles Rumfoord, while traveling between Earth and Mars with his pooch came in contact with a phenomenon called chrono-synclastic infundibulum (one of the truly remarkable concepts created by Vonnegut, but you’ll have to read for yourself). As a result of his encounter, Rumfoord now exists as a wave phenomena, has complete knowledge of the past a future, and “materializes” for a few minutes at his home every 59.9 days. Malachi is the first person (other than Beatrice) to be allowed to see and speak to Rumfoord during his visits.
During the visitation, Rumfoord tells Malachi all about his future (and the future of his wife Beatrice) and explains that Malachi will go on a series of journeys and will eventually end up, with Beatrice, on one of the moons of Saturn called Titan (hence the title). Malachi, not liking the idea that his path is set goes about doing everything he can to prevent the events Rumfoord has ordained.
This event starts the series of events that make up the novel. Along the way, Vonnegut bitch-slaps organized religion; puts forth a funny, witty and piercing examination of the question “Free Will: YES or NO?;” and follows his characters as they experience growth and change through the constant loss and destruction over everything they are.
A FEW FAVORITE MOMENTS
Without leaking too many details regarding the myriad of uncut gems that Vonnegut includes in this story, I do want to point out a few of my favorites.
On Religion
Clearly, Kurt's most all up in your face critiques are directed at “organized religion.” He doesn’t spend time bashing “belief” in any mean-spirited way. Rather, he focuses his ample ire on the “actions” that organized religion often leads its followers to perform. In this regard, my favorite satirical nuggest in this area were:
1. The Bible as Financial Analyst and Stock-picker.
2. The Church of God the Utterly Indifferent (this name still makes me chuckle)
3. The Earth as God’s Spaceship and the 10 commandments reworked as a launch countdown.
On Free Will and Why We’re Here
My single favorite “idea” from the entire book is the central idea of the novel in which Vonnegut answers for us the “what’s it all about” question. His answer, delivered with classic VonnegutSHOTness is sublime. When you take:
a. The intro to the story by the narrating future historian; plus
b. The final “reveal” regarding the purpose behind all of the actions of the characters in the story; plus
c. Some additional inter-story commentary from our narrator who hindsights this period of our history…
…and add it all together…the result for your eyes, gut and mind is a truly popping, wrenching, expanding STOP YOU IN YOUR TRACKS moment that may require a few injections of Whiskey (or stronger) to take the razor sharp edge off. It is certainly commentary that will burrow into your memory and lay idea eggs.
So I really, really liked it.
In sum, a truly exceptional work by a truly exceptional author expressing some exceptionally powerful ideas that made my exceptionally tiny brain scream for an exceptionally long time until I downed an exceptionally large glass of some exceptionally good stuff and suddenly felt exceptionally well….and exceptionally wobbly.
HIGHEST POSSIBLE RECOMMENDATION!!
Nominee: Hugo Award for Best Science Fiction Novel (1960)
1. Kurt Vonnegut was a brilliantly insightful GENIUS whose brain waves were ever so slightly out of phase with our universe making complete comprehension of his work by the rest of us impossible;
2. In the hands of a master, literature can be both incredibly entertaining and soul-piercingly deep;
3. Vonnegut had a rock hard MAD on the size of a Dyson Sphere against Organized Religion;
4. Winston Niles Rumfoord is a Gigantanormous, Hobbit-blowing, Douchasaurus Rex (or if you prefer the proper latin phrase Giganticus, SamwiseGamgeeus, Douchbaggius Maximus); and
5. A Martian soldier unable to stand at attention because he has been strangled to death by his best friend...can be VERY, VERY FUNNY!!
There is quite a bit more that I’m pretty sure of after reading this Vonnegut classic, but on the above I am very confidant. I had so much fun with this book and I am sure that I still missed some of what Vonnegut was trying to say. His delivery is so dry and understated that if your attention wonders even for a moment, you can miss his point. I think this is one of those books that just screams to be read in a group and discussed. Maybe that’s why books like this lend themselves so well to re-reading every so often, because there is so much more there to find upon closer inspection.
PLOT SUMMARY
Here is a brief rundown of the plot (for what it’s worth). The story is told by an unnamed far future historian and takes place over a 40+ year period during the “Nightmare Ages”…“sometime between the Second World War and the Third Great Depression.” The story revolves around 3 main characters are Malachi Constant, the aforementioned Winston Niles Rumfoord and Rumfoord’s wife, Beatrice.
The story begins with Malachi Constant, the richest man in the world, being granted a rare invitation to the Rumfoord Estate to witness a “materialization.” You see Winston Niles Rumfoord, while traveling between Earth and Mars with his pooch came in contact with a phenomenon called chrono-synclastic infundibulum (one of the truly remarkable concepts created by Vonnegut, but you’ll have to read for yourself). As a result of his encounter, Rumfoord now exists as a wave phenomena, has complete knowledge of the past a future, and “materializes” for a few minutes at his home every 59.9 days. Malachi is the first person (other than Beatrice) to be allowed to see and speak to Rumfoord during his visits.
During the visitation, Rumfoord tells Malachi all about his future (and the future of his wife Beatrice) and explains that Malachi will go on a series of journeys and will eventually end up, with Beatrice, on one of the moons of Saturn called Titan (hence the title). Malachi, not liking the idea that his path is set goes about doing everything he can to prevent the events Rumfoord has ordained.
This event starts the series of events that make up the novel. Along the way, Vonnegut bitch-slaps organized religion; puts forth a funny, witty and piercing examination of the question “Free Will: YES or NO?;” and follows his characters as they experience growth and change through the constant loss and destruction over everything they are.
A FEW FAVORITE MOMENTS
Without leaking too many details regarding the myriad of uncut gems that Vonnegut includes in this story, I do want to point out a few of my favorites.
On Religion
Clearly, Kurt's most all up in your face critiques are directed at “organized religion.” He doesn’t spend time bashing “belief” in any mean-spirited way. Rather, he focuses his ample ire on the “actions” that organized religion often leads its followers to perform. In this regard, my favorite satirical nuggest in this area were:
1. The Bible as Financial Analyst and Stock-picker.
2. The Church of God the Utterly Indifferent (this name still makes me chuckle)
3. The Earth as God’s Spaceship and the 10 commandments reworked as a launch countdown.
On Free Will and Why We’re Here
My single favorite “idea” from the entire book is the central idea of the novel in which Vonnegut answers for us the “what’s it all about” question. His answer, delivered with classic VonnegutSHOTness is sublime. When you take:
a. The intro to the story by the narrating future historian; plus
b. The final “reveal” regarding the purpose behind all of the actions of the characters in the story; plus
c. Some additional inter-story commentary from our narrator who hindsights this period of our history…
…and add it all together…the result for your eyes, gut and mind is a truly popping, wrenching, expanding STOP YOU IN YOUR TRACKS moment that may require a few injections of Whiskey (or stronger) to take the razor sharp edge off. It is certainly commentary that will burrow into your memory and lay idea eggs.
So I really, really liked it.
In sum, a truly exceptional work by a truly exceptional author expressing some exceptionally powerful ideas that made my exceptionally tiny brain scream for an exceptionally long time until I downed an exceptionally large glass of some exceptionally good stuff and suddenly felt exceptionally well….and exceptionally wobbly.
HIGHEST POSSIBLE RECOMMENDATION!!
Nominee: Hugo Award for Best Science Fiction Novel (1960)
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
August 4, 2021
The Sirens of Titan is the 5th novel I’ve read by Kurt Vonnegut so you can say I am a fan. While it does not compare with Slaughterhouse-five and the Cat’s Cradle it was still good and I enjoyed returning to the humour the absurdity that I love. If you are interested to read Vonnegut I would not recommend starting this one. Any of the two that I mentioned above are a better choice.
Trying to summarize a book by Vonnegut is a very hard task to perform without sounding crazy but I will do my best. One guy, Winston Niles Rumfoord, sets to travel to Mars together with his dog where he falls into a Chrono-Synclastic Infundibulum which makes him to repeatedly and periodically materialize in different places. He materializes at his mansion every 50 days or so. During one of his appearances Rumfoord meets with Malachi Constant, the richest man on Earth, and predicts that the latter will travel to Mars, Earth and Titan. He also tells Constant that he will have a child with Rumfoord’s wife. Malachi refuses to believe the prophecy and does anything in his power to disprove it, even selling his stakes in the only company which was producing a ship capable to fly into space. From here, the novel follows a series of extraordinary and absurd events that will lead to the fulfilment of Rumfoors’s words. For people who read Slaughterhouse-five, Tralfamadore makes an appearance here as well.
Obviously, the Sirens of Titan is more than a novel where crazy stuff happens. Each of Vponnegut’s work is a satire and this one is no exception. However, the deeper meaning is not so obvious and it was not clear to me what the point of the novel was. I realized it questions free will and destiny, also questioning the idea of God and our belief that someone out there takes care of us. It seems the author believes that the fate of each human is “a victim of a series of accidents” without offering any possibility of control over them. He also muses that ‘the purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.’ It also touches the absurdity of religions and wars among other subjects.
Trying to summarize a book by Vonnegut is a very hard task to perform without sounding crazy but I will do my best. One guy, Winston Niles Rumfoord, sets to travel to Mars together with his dog where he falls into a Chrono-Synclastic Infundibulum which makes him to repeatedly and periodically materialize in different places. He materializes at his mansion every 50 days or so. During one of his appearances Rumfoord meets with Malachi Constant, the richest man on Earth, and predicts that the latter will travel to Mars, Earth and Titan. He also tells Constant that he will have a child with Rumfoord’s wife. Malachi refuses to believe the prophecy and does anything in his power to disprove it, even selling his stakes in the only company which was producing a ship capable to fly into space. From here, the novel follows a series of extraordinary and absurd events that will lead to the fulfilment of Rumfoors’s words. For people who read Slaughterhouse-five, Tralfamadore makes an appearance here as well.
Obviously, the Sirens of Titan is more than a novel where crazy stuff happens. Each of Vponnegut’s work is a satire and this one is no exception. However, the deeper meaning is not so obvious and it was not clear to me what the point of the novel was. I realized it questions free will and destiny, also questioning the idea of God and our belief that someone out there takes care of us. It seems the author believes that the fate of each human is “a victim of a series of accidents” without offering any possibility of control over them. He also muses that ‘the purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.’ It also touches the absurdity of religions and wars among other subjects.
June 27, 2009
I'll start with a roundabout introduction. Garry Kasparov was not just one of the best chessplayers of all time, he was also one of the best analysts. Even as a teenager, he was always coming up with the most amazing ideas. Chessplayers often prefer to hoard their ideas; it can be worth a lot to surprise your opponent in a critical game, and there are many stories about grandmasters keeping a new move in the freezer for years, or even decades. Kasparov asked his trainer if he should be hoarding too. "No, Garry!" came the sage reply. "Use them now! You'll get new ones." And, indeed, this turned out to be a correct prediction.
Kurt Vonnegut wrote Sirens of Titan early in his career, and I wonder if he didn't receive similar advice. The novel contains enough ideas for half a dozen normal books, and fairly bubbles with creative energy. I like it much more than Slaughterhouse Five, and I've always wondered why it isn't better known. I suppose it doesn't actually make sense; but, for goodness sakes, do things always have to make sense? Free associating for a moment, Candide, A Grand Day Out and the Old Testament are all undisputed masterpieces. None of them make sense, and they would be greatly diminished if they did. Put them together and package the result as a 50s SF novel, and you might get something a little bit like Sirens.
So, you have a naively optimistic central character, who suffers the most appalling reverses of fortune in a way that somehow ends up being more comic than tragic; but, instead of going to South America, he spends most of the book wandering around a Solar System which is very slightly more credible than Nick Park's cheese-flavored Moon. He's pursued by a God who's rather too fond of elaborate practical jokes, but who is simultaneously trying to use the story to convey deep truths about the meaning of life. Unless He's just kidding. It's a bit hard to tell, but isn't that normal for pronouncements made under the influence of divine inspiration?
I see I've left out all the good bits. I haven't mentioned the chrono-synclastic infundibulum. Or Bea's sonnet, "Every Man's an Island", about how to breathe in space. Or Salo, and his message for the people at the other end of the Universe. Or Universal Will to Become. Or even the Sirens. If you haven't already done so, why don't you buy the book and check them all out for yourself? It's an easy read, and it even has a happy ending. I think.
Kurt Vonnegut wrote Sirens of Titan early in his career, and I wonder if he didn't receive similar advice. The novel contains enough ideas for half a dozen normal books, and fairly bubbles with creative energy. I like it much more than Slaughterhouse Five, and I've always wondered why it isn't better known. I suppose it doesn't actually make sense; but, for goodness sakes, do things always have to make sense? Free associating for a moment, Candide, A Grand Day Out and the Old Testament are all undisputed masterpieces. None of them make sense, and they would be greatly diminished if they did. Put them together and package the result as a 50s SF novel, and you might get something a little bit like Sirens.
So, you have a naively optimistic central character, who suffers the most appalling reverses of fortune in a way that somehow ends up being more comic than tragic; but, instead of going to South America, he spends most of the book wandering around a Solar System which is very slightly more credible than Nick Park's cheese-flavored Moon. He's pursued by a God who's rather too fond of elaborate practical jokes, but who is simultaneously trying to use the story to convey deep truths about the meaning of life. Unless He's just kidding. It's a bit hard to tell, but isn't that normal for pronouncements made under the influence of divine inspiration?
I see I've left out all the good bits. I haven't mentioned the chrono-synclastic infundibulum. Or Bea's sonnet, "Every Man's an Island", about how to breathe in space. Or Salo, and his message for the people at the other end of the Universe. Or Universal Will to Become. Or even the Sirens. If you haven't already done so, why don't you buy the book and check them all out for yourself? It's an easy read, and it even has a happy ending. I think.
September 19, 2020
Love the One You're With
Most of Vonnegut's enduring tropes start life in Sirens :
- Time and its distortions
- Places like Newport and Indianapolis
- People such as Rumfoord and Ben and Sylvia
- The planet Tralfamadore and its inhabitants
- And of course the Volunteer Fire Department
What holds these oddities together is what holds everything of Vonnegut together, an ethical theology. His sci-fi is a way of displacing talk about God just enough to do some serious thinking. And he may indeed have inspired a new generation of thinkers about God as a consequence.
Vonnegut's Church of God the Utterly Indifferent follows a teaching remarkably like a Christian theology developed almost 40 years after Vonnegut's novel. This theology of the Weakness of God rejects the idea of God as the all-powerful fixer of the universe. And it rejects the idea that power flows downhill, as it were, from the divine source to spiritual and secular leaders. Its ethical import is that all of us are engaged in a search for God, and that the only help we have in this search comes from our fellow human beings.
This is essentially Vonnegut's Titanic Theology. “The two chief teachings of this religion are these: Puny man can do nothing at all to help or please God Almighty, and Luck is not the hand of God." God does not interfere in human affairs; he is what in traditional theology is called 'apathetic'. He is not affected one iota by human action. In short "God Does Not Care." Whatever morality there is in human life comes not from His interests or the possible benefits from pleasing Him, but from the necessity for the community life of human beings.
So the ethic of Vonnegut's theology is direct and clear. There is only one commandment: "These words will be written on that flag in gold letters on a blue field: Take Care of the People, and God Almighty Will Take Care of Himself." This mandate requires no complicated exegesis or commentary. Nevertheless it's profundity takes a while to sink in: “It took us that long to realize that a purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.”
In a world ruled by such an ethos there is the possibility of pain, but of a particular sort: “The worst thing that could possibly happen to anybody,” she said, “would be to not be used for anything by anybody.” So-called ‘Weakness Theologians’ like John Caputo are apt to agree: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/5...
Most of Vonnegut's enduring tropes start life in Sirens :
- Time and its distortions
- Places like Newport and Indianapolis
- People such as Rumfoord and Ben and Sylvia
- The planet Tralfamadore and its inhabitants
- And of course the Volunteer Fire Department
What holds these oddities together is what holds everything of Vonnegut together, an ethical theology. His sci-fi is a way of displacing talk about God just enough to do some serious thinking. And he may indeed have inspired a new generation of thinkers about God as a consequence.
Vonnegut's Church of God the Utterly Indifferent follows a teaching remarkably like a Christian theology developed almost 40 years after Vonnegut's novel. This theology of the Weakness of God rejects the idea of God as the all-powerful fixer of the universe. And it rejects the idea that power flows downhill, as it were, from the divine source to spiritual and secular leaders. Its ethical import is that all of us are engaged in a search for God, and that the only help we have in this search comes from our fellow human beings.
This is essentially Vonnegut's Titanic Theology. “The two chief teachings of this religion are these: Puny man can do nothing at all to help or please God Almighty, and Luck is not the hand of God." God does not interfere in human affairs; he is what in traditional theology is called 'apathetic'. He is not affected one iota by human action. In short "God Does Not Care." Whatever morality there is in human life comes not from His interests or the possible benefits from pleasing Him, but from the necessity for the community life of human beings.
So the ethic of Vonnegut's theology is direct and clear. There is only one commandment: "These words will be written on that flag in gold letters on a blue field: Take Care of the People, and God Almighty Will Take Care of Himself." This mandate requires no complicated exegesis or commentary. Nevertheless it's profundity takes a while to sink in: “It took us that long to realize that a purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.”
In a world ruled by such an ethos there is the possibility of pain, but of a particular sort: “The worst thing that could possibly happen to anybody,” she said, “would be to not be used for anything by anybody.” So-called ‘Weakness Theologians’ like John Caputo are apt to agree: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/5...
April 23, 2025
Salo is a foreign emissary from a risibly-remote planet. He's travelled trillions of light years to deliver a loony-toons message.
He's a likeable little gnome.
And if you said that's a ridiculous satire on the gee-whiz Boys from NASA spending umpteen gadzilions of Taxpayers' Dollars for a (whoops) Intimately Freudian rocket ship thrusting into deep space, bearing greetings from us poor humanoids - yes, complete with kiddy-like line drawings of two healthy, well-adjusted WASPS (male and female, of course) - well, then, I guess you read ole Kurt's mind.
Well.
And what if you belong to a dirt-poor part of the populace, and don't much care for Rich Folks' Gentrification Projects for Deep Space?
Kurt Vonnegut can read your lips!
So it goes.
That and a buck fifty may buy you a nice coffee.
It drove the poor man down the path of despair, right into the Monkey House, in fact. If you think the zany situations from Welcome to the Monkey House's collection of fictional gems were made up by an average normal American male, think again.
Vonnegut was as real as they get.
Warts and Blooming All.
Back in the early sixties, there was a little song - I think Bobby Goldsboro sang it - about a Funny Little Clown:
See the funny little clown -
I'm laughing on the outside
But I'm crying on the inside...
Don't let anyone tell you Kurt Vonnegut wasn't that clown -
For though his satire may SCALD -
His Endless Compassion could HEAL this poor old world, when it sees dear old Salo got it right.
So so long, Space-X!!
He's a likeable little gnome.
And if you said that's a ridiculous satire on the gee-whiz Boys from NASA spending umpteen gadzilions of Taxpayers' Dollars for a (whoops) Intimately Freudian rocket ship thrusting into deep space, bearing greetings from us poor humanoids - yes, complete with kiddy-like line drawings of two healthy, well-adjusted WASPS (male and female, of course) - well, then, I guess you read ole Kurt's mind.
Well.
And what if you belong to a dirt-poor part of the populace, and don't much care for Rich Folks' Gentrification Projects for Deep Space?
Kurt Vonnegut can read your lips!
So it goes.
That and a buck fifty may buy you a nice coffee.
It drove the poor man down the path of despair, right into the Monkey House, in fact. If you think the zany situations from Welcome to the Monkey House's collection of fictional gems were made up by an average normal American male, think again.
Vonnegut was as real as they get.
Warts and Blooming All.
Back in the early sixties, there was a little song - I think Bobby Goldsboro sang it - about a Funny Little Clown:
See the funny little clown -
I'm laughing on the outside
But I'm crying on the inside...
Don't let anyone tell you Kurt Vonnegut wasn't that clown -
For though his satire may SCALD -
His Endless Compassion could HEAL this poor old world, when it sees dear old Salo got it right.
So so long, Space-X!!
December 17, 2020
“The bounties of space, of infinite outwardness, were three: empty heroics, low comedy, and pointless death.”
Always prophetic. Always relevant. In Kurt Vonnegut's The Sirens of Titan, we accompany Malachi Constant on adventures through time and space. He is unlike any other hero you're likely to read about; Malachi "was a victim of a series of accidents, as are we all." The plot, which seems ridiculous and completely random (like those series of accidents), takes on visionary proportions in Vonnegut's hands. Especially in this novel, I thought about how much Vonnegut had influenced Douglas Adams and The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
Whereas Vonnegut uses the absurd to explore what makes us human (because what else really is there besides the absurd?), Adams takes the absurd and turns it into a funny and highly entertaining romp. (I was so struck by the similarities that I began to re-read Adams even before finishing Sirens). I recommend this book for any fan of Vonnegut or Adams. Finally, by having our 'hero,' Malachi, as an unwitting victim of his own adventures (during a lifetime of learning and unlearning), Vonnegut approaches tragedy, but he turns away from it because that would be taking this life much too seriously.
Always prophetic. Always relevant. In Kurt Vonnegut's The Sirens of Titan, we accompany Malachi Constant on adventures through time and space. He is unlike any other hero you're likely to read about; Malachi "was a victim of a series of accidents, as are we all." The plot, which seems ridiculous and completely random (like those series of accidents), takes on visionary proportions in Vonnegut's hands. Especially in this novel, I thought about how much Vonnegut had influenced Douglas Adams and The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
Whereas Vonnegut uses the absurd to explore what makes us human (because what else really is there besides the absurd?), Adams takes the absurd and turns it into a funny and highly entertaining romp. (I was so struck by the similarities that I began to re-read Adams even before finishing Sirens). I recommend this book for any fan of Vonnegut or Adams. Finally, by having our 'hero,' Malachi, as an unwitting victim of his own adventures (during a lifetime of learning and unlearning), Vonnegut approaches tragedy, but he turns away from it because that would be taking this life much too seriously.
November 20, 2018
‘the sirens of titan’ (or as i have alternatively titled it, ‘why life is the universes greatest long con’) is the perfect catalyst for my impending existential crisis - all courtesy of john!
in this review, i will explore the two major themes of the novel, state what we can learn them, and explain how these lessons apply to our meager lives.
lets get started.
free will || ah, the biggest illusion of them them all. if the universe was a magician, the fact that we somehow believe we have control over our lives would be considered the finale, the best trick saved for last. because we are nothing more than 'victims of a series of accidents.' the combination of random events created us and will continue to lead us and nothing we can do or say has any influence over that. there is no way to control that which is unpredictable. (alexa, play despacito.)
meaning and purpose || if you choose to believe vonnegut, intrinsically everyone knows how to find the meaning of life within themselves. meaning that, even though we just established we have no control over our lives, we can still find meaning/purpose and make it highly personal in nature. in this instance, i agree with the book, in that ‘the purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.’ unfortunately for me, im painfully single.
in closing, what have we learned? its that life is meaningless but we should be happy about it.
because even though we may not be able to control what life throws at us, we have the innate disposition to be able to make it meaningful. thats what makes us human.
and that is something we all could do well to remember.
thanks for coming to my ted talk.
↠ 4.5 stars
in this review, i will explore the two major themes of the novel, state what we can learn them, and explain how these lessons apply to our meager lives.
lets get started.
free will || ah, the biggest illusion of them them all. if the universe was a magician, the fact that we somehow believe we have control over our lives would be considered the finale, the best trick saved for last. because we are nothing more than 'victims of a series of accidents.' the combination of random events created us and will continue to lead us and nothing we can do or say has any influence over that. there is no way to control that which is unpredictable. (alexa, play despacito.)
meaning and purpose || if you choose to believe vonnegut, intrinsically everyone knows how to find the meaning of life within themselves. meaning that, even though we just established we have no control over our lives, we can still find meaning/purpose and make it highly personal in nature. in this instance, i agree with the book, in that ‘the purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.’ unfortunately for me, im painfully single.
in closing, what have we learned? its that life is meaningless but we should be happy about it.
because even though we may not be able to control what life throws at us, we have the innate disposition to be able to make it meaningful. thats what makes us human.
and that is something we all could do well to remember.
thanks for coming to my ted talk.
↠ 4.5 stars
October 27, 2025
”Son—they say there isn't any royalty in this country, but do you want me to tell you how to be king of the United States of America? Just fall through the hole in a privy and come out smelling like a rose.”
Every time I read a Vonnegut novel, I feel as if there's some sort of deeper meaning to it that's going straight over my head. The Sirens of Titan is no exception, because, I dunno, I just … I just don't have any idea what this book was supposed to be about, you guys. I enjoyed it, mostly anyway, but it's just so absurd and rambling and … *throws hands in air* I suppose I'm just going to take it at face value because I don't know what else I'm supposed to do with it.
Anyway, my confusion aside, I'm pretty sure Vonnegut was a soothsayer. I mean, this book is about a wanker billionaire (and not just any billionaire, but the richest man on Earth) who owns a spaceship company and gives his child a weird futuristic name. Sound familiar? It's like Vonnegut invented Elon Musk over a decade before Elon Musk was even born. But that's not all! There are also evangelicals who don't trust science and a president of the United States who can't pronounce words correctly. Also, see the quote above. I just hope that we can get to the part where we (that is, the present day, real life citizens of Earth) send Elon to Mars (and/or a moon of Jupiter) sooner rather than later.
I also loved the little nods to actual Earth history in this novel … or, okay, there was at least one nod, anyway, but I'm assuming there were more that I didn't catch. When the Martians holed up in the meat market in Basel, Switzerland (I told you this book is absurd) are told to surrender, their commander yells “Nuts!” This, (I'm assuming) not-so-coincidentally, is also the message General McAuliffe sent the Germans when told to surrender at Bastogne during World War II. I've forgotten much of what I learned in my WWII class during my second semester of university, but “Nuts!” will stick with me for a lifetime.
So, yeah. I dunno. This book is weird. But it's Vonnegut, so it's also well-written and entertaining and way too smart for me. There are some chapters that dragged a little, but overall it's a pretty amusing romp through the solar system. 3.75 stars, rounded up.
Every time I read a Vonnegut novel, I feel as if there's some sort of deeper meaning to it that's going straight over my head. The Sirens of Titan is no exception, because, I dunno, I just … I just don't have any idea what this book was supposed to be about, you guys. I enjoyed it, mostly anyway, but it's just so absurd and rambling and … *throws hands in air* I suppose I'm just going to take it at face value because I don't know what else I'm supposed to do with it.
Anyway, my confusion aside, I'm pretty sure Vonnegut was a soothsayer. I mean, this book is about a wanker billionaire (and not just any billionaire, but the richest man on Earth) who owns a spaceship company and gives his child a weird futuristic name. Sound familiar? It's like Vonnegut invented Elon Musk over a decade before Elon Musk was even born. But that's not all! There are also evangelicals who don't trust science and a president of the United States who can't pronounce words correctly. Also, see the quote above. I just hope that we can get to the part where we (that is, the present day, real life citizens of Earth) send Elon to Mars (and/or a moon of Jupiter) sooner rather than later.
I also loved the little nods to actual Earth history in this novel … or, okay, there was at least one nod, anyway, but I'm assuming there were more that I didn't catch. When the Martians holed up in the meat market in Basel, Switzerland (I told you this book is absurd) are told to surrender, their commander yells “Nuts!” This, (I'm assuming) not-so-coincidentally, is also the message General McAuliffe sent the Germans when told to surrender at Bastogne during World War II. I've forgotten much of what I learned in my WWII class during my second semester of university, but “Nuts!” will stick with me for a lifetime.
So, yeah. I dunno. This book is weird. But it's Vonnegut, so it's also well-written and entertaining and way too smart for me. There are some chapters that dragged a little, but overall it's a pretty amusing romp through the solar system. 3.75 stars, rounded up.
May 14, 2025
My immediate thoughts
Well, I feel like I've been run over by a car. Let me scrape my entrails off the road, change my pants, have a shower and collect my thoughts, and then cobble together a review.
My review of sorts
The Sirens of Titan by Kurt Vonnegut Is such a difficult book to review, and describe, it pains me to put you through this review, of sorts. Despite the pleadings of several GR mates who told me my RTC was sufficient, I must review this. (a) Because I’m a self-admitted attention seeker and (b) we are obliged to put our thoughts down on paper.
This is so strange. There’re wars between Mars and Earth, there’s Chronosynclastic infundibulum happening. Believe me, this is important. There is pan-universal (like THE universe) conflict. There are family dramas too – sounds like Peyton Place, right? Well, it’s not.
As I am reading “Slaughterhouse Five”, at the same time – I’m in a bit of an Infundibulum myself.
However, one common thread between the two books is the unusual lot from Tralfamadoria, an unusual lot – they look like toilet plungers – and treat time as, something that always happens at once, at the same time, all of the time. See, it’s simple.
Everything that every Earthling has ever done has been warped by creatures on a planet one-hundred-and-fifty thousand light years away. The name of the planet is Tralfamadore.
There you go.
I really enjoyed this, and Slaughterhouse-Five is even better – the Tralfamadorians turn up there, too.
4 Stars…………..probably 4.5.
Well, I feel like I've been run over by a car. Let me scrape my entrails off the road, change my pants, have a shower and collect my thoughts, and then cobble together a review.
My review of sorts
The Sirens of Titan by Kurt Vonnegut Is such a difficult book to review, and describe, it pains me to put you through this review, of sorts. Despite the pleadings of several GR mates who told me my RTC was sufficient, I must review this. (a) Because I’m a self-admitted attention seeker and (b) we are obliged to put our thoughts down on paper.
This is so strange. There’re wars between Mars and Earth, there’s Chronosynclastic infundibulum happening. Believe me, this is important. There is pan-universal (like THE universe) conflict. There are family dramas too – sounds like Peyton Place, right? Well, it’s not.
As I am reading “Slaughterhouse Five”, at the same time – I’m in a bit of an Infundibulum myself.
However, one common thread between the two books is the unusual lot from Tralfamadoria, an unusual lot – they look like toilet plungers – and treat time as, something that always happens at once, at the same time, all of the time. See, it’s simple.
Everything that every Earthling has ever done has been warped by creatures on a planet one-hundred-and-fifty thousand light years away. The name of the planet is Tralfamadore.
There you go.
I really enjoyed this, and Slaughterhouse-Five is even better – the Tralfamadorians turn up there, too.
4 Stars…………..probably 4.5.
March 11, 2025
i have never known such affection, have never loved a book so completely, with so much of myself that i can hardly tell where the text ends and where i begin. we are one, overlapping and interwoven, within and throughout. to love something, i think, is to be contextualized by it, to willingly stay in its orbit and let it define you through association. what am i without this book? i don’t care to know.
the sirens of titan is an exploration of the age old philosophical debate between fate and free will, cleverly framed by an absurdist narrative whose bounds extend far beyond earth. everything about it is outlandish and far fetched, but the distance is necessary; it gives us perspective, acts as both a mirror and a magnifying glass as vonnegut establishes his principal argument: that life is inherently without purpose and, as such, its purpose is merely what you make it. it is an exceptionally human trait to seek meaning in a life that is, at least in part, the byproduct of chance, to try and make sense of the arbitrary. but control isn’t entirely an illusion, and in our agency—however limited it may be—lies the glorious possibility of fulfillment. life does not have to be grand. perhaps we are here simply to do the things we love and spend time with the people we love. is that not more than enough?
in short, this was an absolute pleasure to read—addictive and funny and scathing and thought provoking. every word, every sentence, every page will live on inside me forever.
the sirens of titan is an exploration of the age old philosophical debate between fate and free will, cleverly framed by an absurdist narrative whose bounds extend far beyond earth. everything about it is outlandish and far fetched, but the distance is necessary; it gives us perspective, acts as both a mirror and a magnifying glass as vonnegut establishes his principal argument: that life is inherently without purpose and, as such, its purpose is merely what you make it. it is an exceptionally human trait to seek meaning in a life that is, at least in part, the byproduct of chance, to try and make sense of the arbitrary. but control isn’t entirely an illusion, and in our agency—however limited it may be—lies the glorious possibility of fulfillment. life does not have to be grand. perhaps we are here simply to do the things we love and spend time with the people we love. is that not more than enough?
in short, this was an absolute pleasure to read—addictive and funny and scathing and thought provoking. every word, every sentence, every page will live on inside me forever.
March 2, 2021
For one thing, according to Epicurean philosophy, the gods are in a state of perfect ataraxia and mind their own business. They have no needs and, although they are omniscient and can observe all points in the space-time continuum, nor do they bother themselves much about us, insignificant human beings. Perhaps the same could be said of the Tralfamadorians in Kurt Vonnegut’s novels. In Slaughterhouse-Five, they abduct poor Billy Pilgrim to their intergalactic zoo and observe with mild interest how he breeds with a porn-star mate. So it goes.
For another thing, here too, in The Sirens of Titans, we’ll meet the creatures from Tralfamadore and see if they can or even wish to do us, humans, any good. The unfortunate Malachi Constant (the protagonist) will travel across the whole solar system, from Earth to Mars, from Mars to Mercury and from there back to Earth and on to Titan, in the periphery of Saturn and the chrono-synclastic infundibulum. Meanwhile, he will suffer all sorts of hardships and strokes of bad luck — “a victim of a series of accidents, as are we all...” (LoA, vol. 1, p. 485). Still, despite it all, he will maintain to the very end that “somebody up there likes me” (p. 313). Malachi Constant is, in many ways, like Candide in Voltaire’s short novel, a die-hard optimist who, in the end, comes back from the dead, and gains a modicum of wisdom along the way. While Candide concluded that “one must cultivate one’s own garden” (an Epicurean motto, if ever there was one), Malachi declares that “it took us that long to realize that a purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.” (p. 528)
For another thing, The Sirens of Titan was published in 1959, the same year as Philip K. Dick’s Time Out of Joint and Robert Heinlein’s Starship Troopers. The former was already touching on the nature of reality, and the latter already preaching about America’s moral standards. In The Sirens, Vonnegut, like PKD, plays with memory manipulation and all sorts of mindfuck; like Heinlein, he touches on the topic of war and the military but doesn’t linger on it for very long.
For another thing, what Vonnegut does here, though, is lay out one of his first “mosaic of jokes”, as he liked to call his books. Indeed, The Sirens of Titan is primarily a parody of trashy pulp science fiction novels, a boisterous, chucklesome book, written in syncopated, eclectic, dense textures, high energy, tangled threads, plot twists aplenty, extended techniques and unorthodox uses of language, and finally landing on its feet at the end. In this sense, The Sirens of Titan, twenty years early, precedes and foreshadows (and, I would say, is superior to) Douglas Adams’s The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
For another thing, here too, in The Sirens of Titans, we’ll meet the creatures from Tralfamadore and see if they can or even wish to do us, humans, any good. The unfortunate Malachi Constant (the protagonist) will travel across the whole solar system, from Earth to Mars, from Mars to Mercury and from there back to Earth and on to Titan, in the periphery of Saturn and the chrono-synclastic infundibulum. Meanwhile, he will suffer all sorts of hardships and strokes of bad luck — “a victim of a series of accidents, as are we all...” (LoA, vol. 1, p. 485). Still, despite it all, he will maintain to the very end that “somebody up there likes me” (p. 313). Malachi Constant is, in many ways, like Candide in Voltaire’s short novel, a die-hard optimist who, in the end, comes back from the dead, and gains a modicum of wisdom along the way. While Candide concluded that “one must cultivate one’s own garden” (an Epicurean motto, if ever there was one), Malachi declares that “it took us that long to realize that a purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.” (p. 528)
For another thing, The Sirens of Titan was published in 1959, the same year as Philip K. Dick’s Time Out of Joint and Robert Heinlein’s Starship Troopers. The former was already touching on the nature of reality, and the latter already preaching about America’s moral standards. In The Sirens, Vonnegut, like PKD, plays with memory manipulation and all sorts of mindfuck; like Heinlein, he touches on the topic of war and the military but doesn’t linger on it for very long.
For another thing, what Vonnegut does here, though, is lay out one of his first “mosaic of jokes”, as he liked to call his books. Indeed, The Sirens of Titan is primarily a parody of trashy pulp science fiction novels, a boisterous, chucklesome book, written in syncopated, eclectic, dense textures, high energy, tangled threads, plot twists aplenty, extended techniques and unorthodox uses of language, and finally landing on its feet at the end. In this sense, The Sirens of Titan, twenty years early, precedes and foreshadows (and, I would say, is superior to) Douglas Adams’s The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
April 19, 2017
3RD READ-THROUGH 4/18/17: Since I was about 19, I’ve been referring to this novel as my “favorite book.” I don’t know if *quite* holds that distinction still, having read a lot more in the succeeding 15 years, but it is STILL, without question one of the best! This book might be the “plottiest” of all of Vonnegut’s novels, while I enjoy the voice later Vonnegut much more (The Sirens of Titan was only his second book) the ideas presented here are deep and varied, lying what is obviously the philosophical and spiritual groundwork for a lifetime of work to still come. This book still hits, and it hits HARD. If you haven’t read this and don’t rectify that immediately, then I don’t think we can be friends. 5 GIGANTIC STARS!
This is my favorite Vonnegut book, and I've read them all, except for one, which I am afraid to read because he is dead now and once I read that last book there won't be any more to read and my life will be meaningless.
This is my favorite Vonnegut book, and I've read them all, except for one, which I am afraid to read because he is dead now and once I read that last book there won't be any more to read and my life will be meaningless.
December 30, 2024
Is it Fate or Coincidence?
The Sirens of Titan is an odd satirical twist of a science fiction novel which explores nothing quite as grand as the meaning of life. There are echoes here of Heinlein’s Stranger in a Strange Land and Adams’ Hitchhiker’s Guide, but guess what. Sirens of Titan came first. Legend has it that Vonnegut wrote this in a few hours while at a dinner party. Obviously, some of the ideas were percolating in his head for awhile.
It is most of all a book of ideas. Vonnegut has the reader pondering the nature of luck, of fate, of coincidence, of predestination, of higher powers, and of course free will. Like stories about time travel, he posits the question of whether, knowing your destiny, can you avoid it or are you fated to fulfill that destiny no matter what. Even knowing the future only weds you to that future (as Leto Atriedes later discovered).
And what is free will. Are we controlled by destiny? By ancient space aliens like just so many marionettes? By the March of preordained history? If we are controlled by fate is it so different from a radio controlled army marching in lockstep? One of Vonnegut’s oddest satires is the notion of the invasion by Martians who are mind-controlled earthlings kidnapped and trained and who have their memories wiped.
Sirens of Titan is by no means a normal novel. It’s plotting is odd, different, unusual. The characters are all odd, disjointed, and never quite fit in or get along.
But what makes it work is the questions it keeps posing. Vonnegut plays with our sense of reality in ways that would make Neo and the Matrix proud. And, all throughout, Vonnegut keeps bothering the readers with issues of what’s fair and just. He asks if being lucky 🍀 is just some random thing like picking stocks based on the letters of biblical passages or if the fair thing is to handicap those born with advantages. Is it fair that some can run a four minute Mile and the rest of us mortals can’t. By George, let’s make the fastest carry weights so we can all be equal.
Vonnegut also has fun with mass media and the rumor mill, fortune tellers, and televangelists. He looks at mass hypnosis and the psychology of crowds. But, in the end, he keeps coming back to the meaning of life and whether playing music for ten thousand amoebas 🦠 is more important than finding your way home.
The Sirens of Titan is an odd satirical twist of a science fiction novel which explores nothing quite as grand as the meaning of life. There are echoes here of Heinlein’s Stranger in a Strange Land and Adams’ Hitchhiker’s Guide, but guess what. Sirens of Titan came first. Legend has it that Vonnegut wrote this in a few hours while at a dinner party. Obviously, some of the ideas were percolating in his head for awhile.
It is most of all a book of ideas. Vonnegut has the reader pondering the nature of luck, of fate, of coincidence, of predestination, of higher powers, and of course free will. Like stories about time travel, he posits the question of whether, knowing your destiny, can you avoid it or are you fated to fulfill that destiny no matter what. Even knowing the future only weds you to that future (as Leto Atriedes later discovered).
And what is free will. Are we controlled by destiny? By ancient space aliens like just so many marionettes? By the March of preordained history? If we are controlled by fate is it so different from a radio controlled army marching in lockstep? One of Vonnegut’s oddest satires is the notion of the invasion by Martians who are mind-controlled earthlings kidnapped and trained and who have their memories wiped.
Sirens of Titan is by no means a normal novel. It’s plotting is odd, different, unusual. The characters are all odd, disjointed, and never quite fit in or get along.
But what makes it work is the questions it keeps posing. Vonnegut plays with our sense of reality in ways that would make Neo and the Matrix proud. And, all throughout, Vonnegut keeps bothering the readers with issues of what’s fair and just. He asks if being lucky 🍀 is just some random thing like picking stocks based on the letters of biblical passages or if the fair thing is to handicap those born with advantages. Is it fair that some can run a four minute Mile and the rest of us mortals can’t. By George, let’s make the fastest carry weights so we can all be equal.
Vonnegut also has fun with mass media and the rumor mill, fortune tellers, and televangelists. He looks at mass hypnosis and the psychology of crowds. But, in the end, he keeps coming back to the meaning of life and whether playing music for ten thousand amoebas 🦠 is more important than finding your way home.
June 27, 2019
rope-a-dope is a boxing tactic of pretending to be trapped against the ropes, goading an opponent to throw tiring ineffective punches. rope-a-dope is a tactic employed by Winston Niles Rumfoord as he blithely controls the fates of his wife Beatrice, entrepreneur Malachi Constant, the buffoonish and warlike Martians, and of course all of the humans crowding up this planet Earth. they try to push back against this immaterial man, beamed to them with his hound of space Kazak for less than an hour, every few months, full of plans that will change their identities, change their ultimate destinies. they take their swings, throw their punches, they tire themselves out. they don't even see the knock-out coming.
Vonnegut employs his own sort of tactics. he's a playful author and a serious thinker. such a delightful tale; such darkness below the surface. this a breezy story about the dismantling of faith and religion as the only way to save humanity. this is a cheerful story about long-game manipulation, memories wiped, rape, friend killing friend, and genocide used to bring people together. this is an upbeat story about lives upended, dreams destroyed, and exile from all of your kind. the lovely sirens of Titan call to readers and characters, beckoning them to a place of delight; those lovely sirens live on Saturn's moon, statues submerged in a pool of green muck and murk, ignored.
Vonnegut employs his own sort of tactics. he's a playful author and a serious thinker. such a delightful tale; such darkness below the surface. this a breezy story about the dismantling of faith and religion as the only way to save humanity. this is a cheerful story about long-game manipulation, memories wiped, rape, friend killing friend, and genocide used to bring people together. this is an upbeat story about lives upended, dreams destroyed, and exile from all of your kind. the lovely sirens of Titan call to readers and characters, beckoning them to a place of delight; those lovely sirens live on Saturn's moon, statues submerged in a pool of green muck and murk, ignored.
December 22, 2020
This is not just one of Vonnegut's best books. It's one of the best books I've ever read.
December 4, 2013
Do you read a Vonnegut book, or does the book read you? Does it expose your thoughts to the most detailed analysis of humanity, human behavior, and human mind and then tells you to not give a damn? Except that it also seizes the phrase 'to not give a damn' from your control. Leaves you hanging midair. Questioning.
So what to do? What is to be done? Apart from whatever has already been done?
You go beyond the story. See Unk staring at you pointedly with a hazy gaze. Figure out if he thinks whether you are in control of the story or is he the real commander. Go beyond the cliché, beyond the at-times stupendously obvious humour. Look at the blanketed irony. Then either sleep in the warmth of ignorance or throw away the cover and dive deep in the chills of reality.
Reading Vonnegut is probably a religion. The Church of God the Exquisitely Sarcastic.
Shake hands with Rumfoord. If he allows you to do so.
Peer through the kaleidoscope of allusions. The allusions in the form of the War, Harmoniums, Old Salo. A machine with a heart, as opposed to humans with emotions hardened as Titanic peat due to over exposure to something unrecognized or overtly familiar. Kazak, the dog on the leash. The soulless slave of gravity.
In between become "unstuck in time" while reading the events that led to the initiation of the formation of "The Church of God the Utterly Indifferent". Keep reading and re-reading several passages.
I have a feeling that I am lost. Lost while comprehending the gravitational depth for each line Vonnegut has written. I don't know whether I really liked this book or I really want to like it more than I did. I wonder what planet influenced me to write this review. The Hindu religion does give a lot of importance to planets and their influences on your life and the reviews you write.
I will abstain from asking myself these questions after a Vonnegut book in future. Best is to try and emulate the sweet sounds of Poo-tee-weet.
I need a stiff drink.
So what to do? What is to be done? Apart from whatever has already been done?
You go beyond the story. See Unk staring at you pointedly with a hazy gaze. Figure out if he thinks whether you are in control of the story or is he the real commander. Go beyond the cliché, beyond the at-times stupendously obvious humour. Look at the blanketed irony. Then either sleep in the warmth of ignorance or throw away the cover and dive deep in the chills of reality.
Reading Vonnegut is probably a religion. The Church of God the Exquisitely Sarcastic.
Shake hands with Rumfoord. If he allows you to do so.
Peer through the kaleidoscope of allusions. The allusions in the form of the War, Harmoniums, Old Salo. A machine with a heart, as opposed to humans with emotions hardened as Titanic peat due to over exposure to something unrecognized or overtly familiar. Kazak, the dog on the leash. The soulless slave of gravity.
In between become "unstuck in time" while reading the events that led to the initiation of the formation of "The Church of God the Utterly Indifferent". Keep reading and re-reading several passages.
I have a feeling that I am lost. Lost while comprehending the gravitational depth for each line Vonnegut has written. I don't know whether I really liked this book or I really want to like it more than I did. I wonder what planet influenced me to write this review. The Hindu religion does give a lot of importance to planets and their influences on your life and the reviews you write.
I will abstain from asking myself these questions after a Vonnegut book in future. Best is to try and emulate the sweet sounds of Poo-tee-weet.
I need a stiff drink.
January 20, 2019
I'm one of those people who like to pick on the super popular works of SF especially when the literary intelligencia has deemed so-and-so SF writers better than the common hoi polloi. I have to see what is up with them, find a reason to bring them back to the SF fold rather than the claustrophobic Literary BS.
So what happens when I pick up Vonnegut and read him?
I like him. Again. Damn it. In fact, The Sirens of Titan may be my favorite. It's a toss-up between The Breakfast of Champions and this. Slaughterhouse Five is third. I was bored the first time I read Cat's Cradle, so I'll leave that off this list. :)
This is a funny book. It tackles so much. Predestination, luck, a god with a nasty sense of humor, more luck as a cosmic joke, and lots of rented tents. Rent a tent! Rent a tent! :)
Ostensibly, this SF pulp novel feels like an SF pulp novel with spaceships, a war with Mars, little music loving aliens on Mercury, and a mad ancient sculptor on Titan. Add a little shock to the system with all time and space open to ya and your cosmic dog, and all the good and bad luck of the universe will befall our MC. :)
Again, pretty wild.
So what is this? A pulpy-SF from '58? It's certainly light, funny, and entertaining.
But I suppose it's gotten the attention it has gotten for one big reason. It has depth, too. A lot to say about God. Insanity. Memory. And almost nothing good to say about modern society. It is, in every respect, a light satire.
More importantly, it's great writing. :) I totally recommend this to everyone.
So what happens when I pick up Vonnegut and read him?
I like him. Again. Damn it. In fact, The Sirens of Titan may be my favorite. It's a toss-up between The Breakfast of Champions and this. Slaughterhouse Five is third. I was bored the first time I read Cat's Cradle, so I'll leave that off this list. :)
This is a funny book. It tackles so much. Predestination, luck, a god with a nasty sense of humor, more luck as a cosmic joke, and lots of rented tents. Rent a tent! Rent a tent! :)
Ostensibly, this SF pulp novel feels like an SF pulp novel with spaceships, a war with Mars, little music loving aliens on Mercury, and a mad ancient sculptor on Titan. Add a little shock to the system with all time and space open to ya and your cosmic dog, and all the good and bad luck of the universe will befall our MC. :)
Again, pretty wild.
So what is this? A pulpy-SF from '58? It's certainly light, funny, and entertaining.
But I suppose it's gotten the attention it has gotten for one big reason. It has depth, too. A lot to say about God. Insanity. Memory. And almost nothing good to say about modern society. It is, in every respect, a light satire.
More importantly, it's great writing. :) I totally recommend this to everyone.
May 19, 2018
“Rented a tent, a tent, a tent; Rented a tent, a tent, a tent. Rented a tent! Rented a tent! Rented a, rented a tent.”
— Snare Drum on Mars”
That is funny until it suddenly becomes creepy, to tell you why would be a spoiler though.
The Sirens of Titan is great stuff, this should come as no surprise to you if you are a Kurt Vonnegut fan, but it surprised the hell out of me. You see, I didn't like Cat’s Cradle, one of his most celebrated books and, if I remember correctly, I didn't like Slaughterhouse-Five either, though I read that too long ago to be sure. Slaughterhouse-Five is even more celebrated than Cat’s Cradle. So I didn’t expect to like The Sirens of Titan, not a good attitude to start a book with, but after a few pages it just clicked.
The Sirens of Titan is obviously science fiction but if you are a die-hard sci-fi fan with Clarke, Asimov etc. as your literary heroes you may want to approach this book with a different set of expectations. Even with spaceships, aliens and chrono-synclastic infundibulation this novel is not primarily sci-fi. Kurt Vonnegut is only using sci-fi as a platform to tell an allegorical story about life, together with an anti-war and anti-religion themes. In spite of a fairly simplistic prose style, this novel really is quite profound. I don’t think I have managed to decipher all the subtexts, I am still pondering them as I write.
I wonder if the artist has actually read the book. This seems to be based on just the title.
The story begins with a man named Winston Niles Rumfoord who, together with his dog, accidentally becomes “chrono-synclastic infundibulated” during a space voyage. I will leave you to find the precise meaning of “chrono-synclastic infundibulated” for yourself, amusingly explained by Vonnegut. The upshot of it is that Rumfoord and his dog become a “wave phenomena” spread across the universe; they materialize briefly on a planet whenever that planet’s orbit intersects their spiral waveforms, and soon dematerialize when the planet moves away from the intersection. Being spread through space and time gives Rumfoord knowledge of future history because “the Everything that ever was always will be, and everything that ever will be always was.”. In other words, the future is just as immutable as the past. This foreknowledge leads Rumfoord to play God with the entire human race, with special attention paid to Malachi Constant, the richest man in the world, and Rumfoord’s wife, Beatrice. To this end, Rumfoord orchestrates a war between “Martians” and humanity simply to make a point and teach mankind a lesson.
With its unpredictable plot, characters, humour and philosophical themes The Sirens of Titan is a triumphant little novel that confounded my expectations. In spite of the comedic tone throughout the narrative the book is underpinned by sadness and loneliness. The time traveling aspect of the story is of the “predestination model” where the past and future exist simultaneously and both are equally unmalleable. Malachi Constant’s futile attempts to thwart his destiny as revealed to him by Rumfoord is funny to begin with until all his agency is taken away from him and he becomes a tragic and pathetic figure. The storyline is quite unpredictable from beginning to end, the book is often very funny, and the end is wonderfully poignant. Vonnegut makes the reader question his place in the vast uncaring universe, and he (rightly) doesn't offer any easy answer. One very impressive feature of Vonnegut’s prose style is that it is deceptively simple but hides a shrewd perception of the human condition and human compassion.
A more relevant cover
The Sirens of Titan actually works quite well as a “soft sci-fi” novel but it is more of an allegory about our floundering search for the meaning of life. I will probably give Slaughterhouse-Five another go and I look forward to reading Breakfast of Champions, God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater and many more of Vonnegut’s works.
Fan art by Gargantuan-Media
— Snare Drum on Mars”
That is funny until it suddenly becomes creepy, to tell you why would be a spoiler though.
The Sirens of Titan is great stuff, this should come as no surprise to you if you are a Kurt Vonnegut fan, but it surprised the hell out of me. You see, I didn't like Cat’s Cradle, one of his most celebrated books and, if I remember correctly, I didn't like Slaughterhouse-Five either, though I read that too long ago to be sure. Slaughterhouse-Five is even more celebrated than Cat’s Cradle. So I didn’t expect to like The Sirens of Titan, not a good attitude to start a book with, but after a few pages it just clicked.
The Sirens of Titan is obviously science fiction but if you are a die-hard sci-fi fan with Clarke, Asimov etc. as your literary heroes you may want to approach this book with a different set of expectations. Even with spaceships, aliens and chrono-synclastic infundibulation this novel is not primarily sci-fi. Kurt Vonnegut is only using sci-fi as a platform to tell an allegorical story about life, together with an anti-war and anti-religion themes. In spite of a fairly simplistic prose style, this novel really is quite profound. I don’t think I have managed to decipher all the subtexts, I am still pondering them as I write.
I wonder if the artist has actually read the book. This seems to be based on just the title.
The story begins with a man named Winston Niles Rumfoord who, together with his dog, accidentally becomes “chrono-synclastic infundibulated” during a space voyage. I will leave you to find the precise meaning of “chrono-synclastic infundibulated” for yourself, amusingly explained by Vonnegut. The upshot of it is that Rumfoord and his dog become a “wave phenomena” spread across the universe; they materialize briefly on a planet whenever that planet’s orbit intersects their spiral waveforms, and soon dematerialize when the planet moves away from the intersection. Being spread through space and time gives Rumfoord knowledge of future history because “the Everything that ever was always will be, and everything that ever will be always was.”. In other words, the future is just as immutable as the past. This foreknowledge leads Rumfoord to play God with the entire human race, with special attention paid to Malachi Constant, the richest man in the world, and Rumfoord’s wife, Beatrice. To this end, Rumfoord orchestrates a war between “Martians” and humanity simply to make a point and teach mankind a lesson.
With its unpredictable plot, characters, humour and philosophical themes The Sirens of Titan is a triumphant little novel that confounded my expectations. In spite of the comedic tone throughout the narrative the book is underpinned by sadness and loneliness. The time traveling aspect of the story is of the “predestination model” where the past and future exist simultaneously and both are equally unmalleable. Malachi Constant’s futile attempts to thwart his destiny as revealed to him by Rumfoord is funny to begin with until all his agency is taken away from him and he becomes a tragic and pathetic figure. The storyline is quite unpredictable from beginning to end, the book is often very funny, and the end is wonderfully poignant. Vonnegut makes the reader question his place in the vast uncaring universe, and he (rightly) doesn't offer any easy answer. One very impressive feature of Vonnegut’s prose style is that it is deceptively simple but hides a shrewd perception of the human condition and human compassion.
A more relevant cover
The Sirens of Titan actually works quite well as a “soft sci-fi” novel but it is more of an allegory about our floundering search for the meaning of life. I will probably give Slaughterhouse-Five another go and I look forward to reading Breakfast of Champions, God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater and many more of Vonnegut’s works.
Fan art by Gargantuan-Media
November 14, 2023
Rating: 3.5* of five
The Publisher Says: The Sirens of Titan is an outrageous romp through space, time, and morality. The richest, most depraved man on Earth, Malachi Constant, is offered a chance to take a space journey to distant worlds with a beautiful woman at his side. Of course there’ s a catch to the invitation–and a prophetic vision about the purpose of human life that only Vonnegut has the courage to tell.
My Review: I read this book when I was a teenager in the 1970s. I missed a lot of assumptions, like the one where it's okay for a man to discuss his own wife "being bred" by another man; the one where black people all speak in dialect, obviating the need to mention their skin color; the one about homosexual sex being offensive; I'm at a loss, as a 695-month-old reader with literally thousands more books under my expansive mental belt, how this 1950s prejudice whipped past my allegedly enlightened 1970s sensibilities.
Two stars off.
The Tralfamadorian Salo, tangerine-colored mechanical man whose millions of years of lightspeed travel get interrupted by an unexpected landing on the balmy, verdant shores of Titan, also gets the stink-eye from my increasingly myopic baby greens. Winston Niles Rumfoord, the chrono-synclastically infundibulated spacetime sprinter, becomes his buddy? Salo spends inordinate amounts of energy, for a Tralfamadorian, setting WNR (a note to come on these initials) up and making his life on Titan extraordinarily pleasant. That has more than a faint whiff of colonial privilege, Salo being the first inhabitant of Titan though not native to it, who expends all his energies to improve the lot of an ungrateful, entitled newcomer.
Another star off.
Malachi Constant, reasonably dim, phenomenally lucky, is summoned to Rumfoord's famous reappearance after he's been chrono-synclastically infundibulated (seriously, if you're ever in a foul humor or just draggy, say or better yet type, "chrono-synclastic infundibulum." Your smile muscles will automatically activate and your crow's-feet will dance) in order to converse with the great man, though why he's so great really isn't much discussed. And what happens? Constant is turned into an unlucky pauper and press-ganged to Mars to fight a fake war with real casualties designed to unite the people of earth. In service of this goal, Malachi Constant has his identity stripped from him, mechanical thought-control devices implanted in him, and he's specifically made subject to a black man's total control to symbolize his utter dehumanization.
More racism, fewer stars. What are we down to, one? I'll snatch that one back for black-man-as-nature-gawd-of-Mercury, Boaz using his natural rhythm (urp) to feed the harmoniums off his superiorly rhythmic pulse in preference to Unk/Malachi's more, what? bland? attenuated?, white man's pulse.
No stars for you, Vonnegut. Zip. Zero. Rien. Nada.
So whence cometh the three-and-a-half stars above? The Church of God the Utterly Indifferent. The mass religion of billions who know with the simple certainty of faith that God couldn't pick you out in a police line-up and couldn't possibly care less about you, your prayers, your troubles, and your existence or non-existence. You don't matter to God.
That is the single best take-away from reading this book. The assurance with which Vonnegut adduces the non-existence of God's interest in humanity is worth all three and a half stars I've rated the book. This isn't the reason I suspect people want to read a novel. It isn't my first thought on picking up a novel. But it damn sure makes for a great end! Though I have to say the ending of this novel, as opposed to its end in the sense of purpose, is...it's...on the bland side. Things rather stop than end. After a long, long time passes, the show rings down the curtain and you don't have to go home but you can't stay here.
I remembered this novel as a Big Deal, a game-changer for me, and so it might have been in my teens. I think encountering a created world in which the Indifference of the Divine was simply accepted as fact, and the attitude towards the accumulation of money was sneeringly superior to those who merely grub after gold in the mud resonated strongly with my noblesse oblige sense of wealth as responsibility not opportunity.
Another entry in the "re-read at your own risk" files. I might have liked it better left un-re-read.
The Publisher Says: The Sirens of Titan is an outrageous romp through space, time, and morality. The richest, most depraved man on Earth, Malachi Constant, is offered a chance to take a space journey to distant worlds with a beautiful woman at his side. Of course there’ s a catch to the invitation–and a prophetic vision about the purpose of human life that only Vonnegut has the courage to tell.
My Review: I read this book when I was a teenager in the 1970s. I missed a lot of assumptions, like the one where it's okay for a man to discuss his own wife "being bred" by another man; the one where black people all speak in dialect, obviating the need to mention their skin color; the one about homosexual sex being offensive; I'm at a loss, as a 695-month-old reader with literally thousands more books under my expansive mental belt, how this 1950s prejudice whipped past my allegedly enlightened 1970s sensibilities.
Two stars off.
The Tralfamadorian Salo, tangerine-colored mechanical man whose millions of years of lightspeed travel get interrupted by an unexpected landing on the balmy, verdant shores of Titan, also gets the stink-eye from my increasingly myopic baby greens. Winston Niles Rumfoord, the chrono-synclastically infundibulated spacetime sprinter, becomes his buddy? Salo spends inordinate amounts of energy, for a Tralfamadorian, setting WNR (a note to come on these initials) up and making his life on Titan extraordinarily pleasant. That has more than a faint whiff of colonial privilege, Salo being the first inhabitant of Titan though not native to it, who expends all his energies to improve the lot of an ungrateful, entitled newcomer.
Another star off.
Malachi Constant, reasonably dim, phenomenally lucky, is summoned to Rumfoord's famous reappearance after he's been chrono-synclastically infundibulated (seriously, if you're ever in a foul humor or just draggy, say or better yet type, "chrono-synclastic infundibulum." Your smile muscles will automatically activate and your crow's-feet will dance) in order to converse with the great man, though why he's so great really isn't much discussed. And what happens? Constant is turned into an unlucky pauper and press-ganged to Mars to fight a fake war with real casualties designed to unite the people of earth. In service of this goal, Malachi Constant has his identity stripped from him, mechanical thought-control devices implanted in him, and he's specifically made subject to a black man's total control to symbolize his utter dehumanization.
More racism, fewer stars. What are we down to, one? I'll snatch that one back for black-man-as-nature-gawd-of-Mercury, Boaz using his natural rhythm (urp) to feed the harmoniums off his superiorly rhythmic pulse in preference to Unk/Malachi's more, what? bland? attenuated?, white man's pulse.
No stars for you, Vonnegut. Zip. Zero. Rien. Nada.
So whence cometh the three-and-a-half stars above? The Church of God the Utterly Indifferent. The mass religion of billions who know with the simple certainty of faith that God couldn't pick you out in a police line-up and couldn't possibly care less about you, your prayers, your troubles, and your existence or non-existence. You don't matter to God.
That is the single best take-away from reading this book. The assurance with which Vonnegut adduces the non-existence of God's interest in humanity is worth all three and a half stars I've rated the book. This isn't the reason I suspect people want to read a novel. It isn't my first thought on picking up a novel. But it damn sure makes for a great end! Though I have to say the ending of this novel, as opposed to its end in the sense of purpose, is...it's...on the bland side. Things rather stop than end. After a long, long time passes, the show rings down the curtain and you don't have to go home but you can't stay here.
I remembered this novel as a Big Deal, a game-changer for me, and so it might have been in my teens. I think encountering a created world in which the Indifference of the Divine was simply accepted as fact, and the attitude towards the accumulation of money was sneeringly superior to those who merely grub after gold in the mud resonated strongly with my noblesse oblige sense of wealth as responsibility not opportunity.
Another entry in the "re-read at your own risk" files. I might have liked it better left un-re-read.
April 1, 2016
“I was a victim of a series of accidents, as are we all.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, The Sirens of Titan
One of my favorite Vonnegut. Top-shelf. Snug and warm next to Cat's Cradle, Slaughterhouse-Five, Breakfast of Champions, & Mother Night. The magic of Vonnegut is he develops an idea to the point where -- just as you start believing it :: just as you are comfortable in his absuridty -- he kicks you down another Martian rabbit hole.
He doesn't want you sitting and enjoying yourself. He wants you constantly bubbling with that 'da Fu?' look on your face. He wants you to think -- goddammit. He wants you to understand and that means he has to first confuse the hell out of you. But that doesn't mean his rollercoaster ride has to be boring. No no. He is going to zip you forward and sideways so fast you are going think you are close to sickness, except his funky humor and biting satire seems to balm all nausea ad absurdum. Incredible. Genius.
There are points in this book where if Vonnegut had said he was forming a church, I'd join. If he said he was God the lawgiver, I'd reverently lower my eyes. If he said he expected a tithe, I'd buy another Vonnegut book. Yessir, I'd go door-to-door seeking converts to his form of absurd and giddy Humanism. Amen, pass the snuff-box.
___________________
― Kurt Vonnegut, The Sirens of Titan
One of my favorite Vonnegut. Top-shelf. Snug and warm next to Cat's Cradle, Slaughterhouse-Five, Breakfast of Champions, & Mother Night. The magic of Vonnegut is he develops an idea to the point where -- just as you start believing it :: just as you are comfortable in his absuridty -- he kicks you down another Martian rabbit hole.
He doesn't want you sitting and enjoying yourself. He wants you constantly bubbling with that 'da Fu?' look on your face. He wants you to think -- goddammit. He wants you to understand and that means he has to first confuse the hell out of you. But that doesn't mean his rollercoaster ride has to be boring. No no. He is going to zip you forward and sideways so fast you are going think you are close to sickness, except his funky humor and biting satire seems to balm all nausea ad absurdum. Incredible. Genius.
There are points in this book where if Vonnegut had said he was forming a church, I'd join. If he said he was God the lawgiver, I'd reverently lower my eyes. If he said he expected a tithe, I'd buy another Vonnegut book. Yessir, I'd go door-to-door seeking converts to his form of absurd and giddy Humanism. Amen, pass the snuff-box.
___________________
November 11, 2025
„Ако въпросите не ти говорят нищо, такива ще бъдат и отговорите.“
„Сирените от Титан“ е забележителен роман! Кърт Вонегът съчетава по своя неповторим начин различни жанрове, поставяйки важни житейски въпроси, над които си струва читателите да се замислят.
Историята несъмнено е сатирична, тъй като ��вторът чудесно осмива отрицателните черти на човечеството, подобно на Станислав Лем в „Звездни дневници“. Освен това, усетих в нея силни антиутопични елементи, но четенето ми беше страшно приятно, заради превъзходното чувство за хумор! В дадена част от действието Вонегът критикува най-вече войната и начина на живот в армията, а пък в други моменти - религията, бизнеса, Холивуд... За мен, „Сирените от Титан“ представлява изключително качествена фантастика, към която със сигурност ще се завръщам!
Главният герой Малахия Констант е разглезен богаташ, който има необичайно голям късмет и си живее безгрижно на Земята. Обаче, след време неговият бизнес тотално се срива, а той по тайнствен начин е принуден да си тръгне от планетата и живее в различни части на галактиката. Впоследствие му предстоят доста любопитни и опасни космически приключения, по време на които израства като личност...
„Казано е, че Аристотел е бил последният човек, запознат както трябва с културата на собствената си цивилизация. Рансъм К. Фърн бе положил впечатляващи усилия да постигне неговите успехи. До известна степен не бе сполучил така добре, както Аристотел, да види закономерност в нещата, които знаеше.“
„Да си спомняш миналото — заяви Бракман. — Зат’ва те изпратиха в болницата, в края на краищата. Щото помнеше много. — Той сви грубите си длани като купички и показа на Вуйчо какъв сърцераздирателен проблем е представлявал. — Дявол да го вземе, помнеше толкоз много, че като войник не струваше пукната пара.“
„Вооз бе достатъчно мил, за да му спести истината, независимо колко силно Вуйчо го предизвикваше да го цапардоса с нея между очите.“
„Младите лъвове, които първи проповядваха вярата, сега можеха да се превърнат в агнета и да съзерцават такива ориенталски тайнства, като например спускането на капки вода по въже на камбана. Дисциплиниращата ръка на Църквата навсякъде се намираше у тълпите.“
„Радостните изненади през този ден бяха докарали Космическия скиталец до детинско състояние — състояние, в което иронията и сарказмът бяха недоловими за него. През тежкия си живот той бе ставал пленник на много неща. Сега бе пленник на една тълпа, която го смяташе за чудо.“
„Горката му душа се разтопи от удоволствие, когато си даде сметка, че един-единствен приятел е напълно достатъчен, за да бъде удовлетворена човешката нужда от приятелство.“
„— Аз съм последната, която ще отрече — четеше Беатрис собствения си ръкопис на глас, — че силите на Тралфамадор наистина са играли важна роля в земните дела. Въпреки всичко онези, които са обслужвали интересите на Тралфамадор, са го правили по толкова удивително специфични за себе си начини, че спокойно може да се твърди, че тази планета няма нищо общо със случая.“
„Беатрис изведнъж обърна гръб на картината и отново излезе на двора. Идеята, която искаше да включи в книгата си, вече и се бе изяснила напълно.
— Най-лошото, което изобщо може да се случи на някого — каза тя, — е никой да не го използва за нищо.“
„— Виждам, че най-накрая си я заобичал — отбеляза Сало.
— Едва преди една земна година — отвърна Констант. — Твърде много време трябваше да мине, за да разберем, че смисълът на човешкия живот, без значение кой го контролира, е да се обича някой, който може да бъде обичан.“
„Сирените от Титан“ е забележителен роман! Кърт Вонегът съчетава по своя неповторим начин различни жанрове, поставяйки важни житейски въпроси, над които си струва читателите да се замислят.
Историята несъмнено е сатирична, тъй като ��вторът чудесно осмива отрицателните черти на човечеството, подобно на Станислав Лем в „Звездни дневници“. Освен това, усетих в нея силни антиутопични елементи, но четенето ми беше страшно приятно, заради превъзходното чувство за хумор! В дадена част от действието Вонегът критикува най-вече войната и начина на живот в армията, а пък в други моменти - религията, бизнеса, Холивуд... За мен, „Сирените от Титан“ представлява изключително качествена фантастика, към която със сигурност ще се завръщам!
Главният герой Малахия Констант е разглезен богаташ, който има необичайно голям късмет и си живее безгрижно на Земята. Обаче, след време неговият бизнес тотално се срива, а той по тайнствен начин е принуден да си тръгне от планетата и живее в различни части на галактиката. Впоследствие му предстоят доста любопитни и опасни космически приключения, по време на които израства като личност...
„Казано е, че Аристотел е бил последният човек, запознат както трябва с културата на собствената си цивилизация. Рансъм К. Фърн бе положил впечатляващи усилия да постигне неговите успехи. До известна степен не бе сполучил така добре, както Аристотел, да види закономерност в нещата, които знаеше.“
„Да си спомняш миналото — заяви Бракман. — Зат’ва те изпратиха в болницата, в края на краищата. Щото помнеше много. — Той сви грубите си длани като купички и показа на Вуйчо какъв сърцераздирателен проблем е представлявал. — Дявол да го вземе, помнеше толкоз много, че като войник не струваше пукната пара.“
„Вооз бе достатъчно мил, за да му спести истината, независимо колко силно Вуйчо го предизвикваше да го цапардоса с нея между очите.“
„Младите лъвове, които първи проповядваха вярата, сега можеха да се превърнат в агнета и да съзерцават такива ориенталски тайнства, като например спускането на капки вода по въже на камбана. Дисциплиниращата ръка на Църквата навсякъде се намираше у тълпите.“
„Радостните изненади през този ден бяха докарали Космическия скиталец до детинско състояние — състояние, в което иронията и сарказмът бяха недоловими за него. През тежкия си живот той бе ставал пленник на много неща. Сега бе пленник на една тълпа, която го смяташе за чудо.“
„Горката му душа се разтопи от удоволствие, когато си даде сметка, че един-единствен приятел е напълно достатъчен, за да бъде удовлетворена човешката нужда от приятелство.“
„— Аз съм последната, която ще отрече — четеше Беатрис собствения си ръкопис на глас, — че силите на Тралфамадор наистина са играли важна роля в земните дела. Въпреки всичко онези, които са обслужвали интересите на Тралфамадор, са го правили по толкова удивително специфични за себе си начини, че спокойно може да се твърди, че тази планета няма нищо общо със случая.“
„Беатрис изведнъж обърна гръб на картината и отново излезе на двора. Идеята, която искаше да включи в книгата си, вече и се бе изяснила напълно.
— Най-лошото, което изобщо може да се случи на някого — каза тя, — е никой да не го използва за нищо.“
„— Виждам, че най-накрая си я заобичал — отбеляза Сало.
— Едва преди една земна година — отвърна Констант. — Твърде много време трябваше да мине, за да разберем, че смисълът на човешкия живот, без значение кой го контролира, е да се обича някой, който може да бъде обичан.“
April 27, 2023
Să zicem: o satiră a condiției umane.
Senzația rămîne permanent că Vonnegut mobilizează un bombardier nuclear plus o divizie de tancuri în scopul de a captura un iepure șchiop. Înzestrările lui Vonnegut sînt la apogeu (ironie, inventivitate, voie bună etc., era tînăr, avea 37 de ani), dar romanul nu poate fi mai mult decît o glumă pe seama cititorilor naivi. Intriga amuză și cam atît. Fiind la rîndu-mi extrem de naiv, nu pot scăpa de senzația asta (a glumei).
Repet, nu este un SF propriu-zis, este o parodie. Deși criticii pretind că romanul în cauză propune (și) o meditație despre liberul arbitru și fatalitate, n-am găsit nici o pagină care să corespundă caracterizării.
Senzația rămîne permanent că Vonnegut mobilizează un bombardier nuclear plus o divizie de tancuri în scopul de a captura un iepure șchiop. Înzestrările lui Vonnegut sînt la apogeu (ironie, inventivitate, voie bună etc., era tînăr, avea 37 de ani), dar romanul nu poate fi mai mult decît o glumă pe seama cititorilor naivi. Intriga amuză și cam atît. Fiind la rîndu-mi extrem de naiv, nu pot scăpa de senzația asta (a glumei).
Repet, nu este un SF propriu-zis, este o parodie. Deși criticii pretind că romanul în cauză propune (și) o meditație despre liberul arbitru și fatalitate, n-am găsit nici o pagină care să corespundă caracterizării.
October 25, 2019
اولین کتابی است که از وانه گات میخوانم. تخیل قوی، روایت جذاب، طنز تلخ و قصه گویی دلنشین او ستودنی است. ترجمهی آقای بهرامی هم خیلی خوب بود. آخر کتاب پیگفتاری از مترجم دربارهی وانه گات و آثار او و همچنین مصاحبهای با وانه گات آورده شده است که آنها هم خواندنی هستند.
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عالم جای بیاندازه بزرگی است. و جا برای تعداد بیاندازه بزرگی از مردم باز است تا دربارهی امور جهان حق با آنها باشد و در عین حال با هم موافق نباشند. ص 19 کتاب
گاهی انسان سقوط میکند و به وضعی میافتد که چندان هم از وضع جانوران محترمانهتر نیست، و این گونه سقوط همیشه رقت انگیز است. و چه رقت انگیزتر است هنگامی که مرد سقوط کرده از همهی امتیازها برخوردار بوده است. ص57 کتاب
رامفورد گفت: تکذیب، انکار- چه واژهی زمان شناسانهی به موقعی، البته به شرطی که چنین واژهای وجود داشته باشد. من این حرف را میزنم، و بعد شما مرا تکذیب میکنید، آنگاه من شما را تکذیب میکنم، و آنگاه کس دیگری از راه میرسد و هر دوی ما را تکذیب میکند. رامفورد به خود لرزید. چه کابوسی است این، این که همه به صف میایستند تا یکدیگر را تکذیب کنند. ص 61 کتاب
تا به امروز فقط یک چیز یاد گرفتهام و آن اینکه عدهای از مردم پیشانی دارند و باقی مردم پیشانی ندارند و حتی فارغ التحصیل دانشکدهی تجارت هاروارد هم نمیتواند بگوید چرا. ص 96 کتاب
گفت: "من قربانی مجموعهای اتفاق بودهام." و شانههایش را بالا کشید و گفت: "همان طور که همهی ما قربانی اتفاق بودهایم." ص 235 کتاب
هیچ کاری که از آدمی سر میزند ظالمانهتر و خطرناکتر و کفرآمیزتر از آن نیست که کسی معتقد باشد – معتقد باشد که تقدیر آدمیان، چه خوب و چه بد، در دست خداوند است. ص260 کتاب
برای برخورداری از پشتوانهی دوستی، پشتوانهای که مناسب باشد، داشتن تنها یک دوست برای آدمی کافی است. ص 267 کتاب
چقدر طول کشید تا سرانجام فهمیدیم که یکی از هدفهای حیات آدمی دوست داشتن دیگران است، دوست داشتن هرکسی که دور و بر ماست و میشود دوستش داشت، و هیچ فرقی نمیکند که کنترل حیات آدمی در دست کیست. ص 323 کتاب
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عالم جای بیاندازه بزرگی است. و جا برای تعداد بیاندازه بزرگی از مردم باز است تا دربارهی امور جهان حق با آنها باشد و در عین حال با هم موافق نباشند. ص 19 کتاب
گاهی انسان سقوط میکند و به وضعی میافتد که چندان هم از وضع جانوران محترمانهتر نیست، و این گونه سقوط همیشه رقت انگیز است. و چه رقت انگیزتر است هنگامی که مرد سقوط کرده از همهی امتیازها برخوردار بوده است. ص57 کتاب
رامفورد گفت: تکذیب، انکار- چه واژهی زمان شناسانهی به موقعی، البته به شرطی که چنین واژهای وجود داشته باشد. من این حرف را میزنم، و بعد شما مرا تکذیب میکنید، آنگاه من شما را تکذیب میکنم، و آنگاه کس دیگری از راه میرسد و هر دوی ما را تکذیب میکند. رامفورد به خود لرزید. چه کابوسی است این، این که همه به صف میایستند تا یکدیگر را تکذیب کنند. ص 61 کتاب
تا به امروز فقط یک چیز یاد گرفتهام و آن اینکه عدهای از مردم پیشانی دارند و باقی مردم پیشانی ندارند و حتی فارغ التحصیل دانشکدهی تجارت هاروارد هم نمیتواند بگوید چرا. ص 96 کتاب
گفت: "من قربانی مجموعهای اتفاق بودهام." و شانههایش را بالا کشید و گفت: "همان طور که همهی ما قربانی اتفاق بودهایم." ص 235 کتاب
هیچ کاری که از آدمی سر میزند ظالمانهتر و خطرناکتر و کفرآمیزتر از آن نیست که کسی معتقد باشد – معتقد باشد که تقدیر آدمیان، چه خوب و چه بد، در دست خداوند است. ص260 کتاب
برای برخورداری از پشتوانهی دوستی، پشتوانهای که مناسب باشد، داشتن تنها یک دوست برای آدمی کافی است. ص 267 کتاب
چقدر طول کشید تا سرانجام فهمیدیم که یکی از هدفهای حیات آدمی دوست داشتن دیگران است، دوست داشتن هرکسی که دور و بر ماست و میشود دوستش داشت، و هیچ فرقی نمیکند که کنترل حیات آدمی در دست کیست. ص 323 کتاب
June 26, 2022
"A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved." ♡
Another masterpiece from an author that always blows me away with his great ideas.
It is disturbing in parts and amusing in others. I really enjoyed it!
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It's a story about Winston Miles Rumfoord who gets caught (with his dog) in a time anomoly (a chronosynchlastic infundibulum) where he is held outside of time. He materialises on earth periodically at the home of his wife (very privately - no one admitted) but on one occurance he invites a playboy Malachi Constant to attend one of these materialisations. He informs Malachi that he will travel to Mars, Mercury and Titan and that Malachi and Rumfoord's wife Beatrice will have a son Chrono. Both Malachi and Beatrice try to prevent the future, but circumstances work against them and end up on Mars and eventually end up on Titan.
On Titan is a stranded being called Salo from Tralfamadore waiting for a spare part for his spaceship to enable him to carry on his journey. He has been there for over 200,000 years watching the Earth and waiting for a message from home.
Another masterpiece from an author that always blows me away with his great ideas.
It is disturbing in parts and amusing in others. I really enjoyed it!
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It's a story about Winston Miles Rumfoord who gets caught (with his dog) in a time anomoly (a chronosynchlastic infundibulum) where he is held outside of time. He materialises on earth periodically at the home of his wife (very privately - no one admitted) but on one occurance he invites a playboy Malachi Constant to attend one of these materialisations. He informs Malachi that he will travel to Mars, Mercury and Titan and that Malachi and Rumfoord's wife Beatrice will have a son Chrono. Both Malachi and Beatrice try to prevent the future, but circumstances work against them and end up on Mars and eventually end up on Titan.
On Titan is a stranded being called Salo from Tralfamadore waiting for a spare part for his spaceship to enable him to carry on his journey. He has been there for over 200,000 years watching the Earth and waiting for a message from home.
July 2, 2018
Nope. Not for me. I enjoyed Slaughterhouse-Five so much more. This book, The Sirens of Titan was, to me, boring and just couldn't get into it. 😕
September 4, 2020
SF Masterworks 18 - Vonnegut Jr's second published work - reputedly the whole plot was put together at the spur of the moment with no prior planning, when he was asked about his next book! So, first published in 1959, this comedic (yes I said comedic) sci-fi story, although showing all the hallmarks of Vonnegut Jnr's future greatness somehow gets a bit lost for me, not knowing if it is a comedy or an all encompassing look at the possible futility of human existence!
This does strike me as one of those books you need to read more than once to fully appreciate. I enjoyed the first half of the book, with the richest man in the world, Malachi Constant, getting caught up in a conspiracy with 'unwitting' time traveller and seer, Winston Niles Rumford; it's the shenanigans that result from Rumford's attempted manipulation of human history that kind of lost me. 4 out of 12.
This does strike me as one of those books you need to read more than once to fully appreciate. I enjoyed the first half of the book, with the richest man in the world, Malachi Constant, getting caught up in a conspiracy with 'unwitting' time traveller and seer, Winston Niles Rumford; it's the shenanigans that result from Rumford's attempted manipulation of human history that kind of lost me. 4 out of 12.
September 29, 2010
Wow. I'd forgotten quite how amazing a writer is Mr. Kurt Vonnegut. The Sirens of Titan is his second novel, and already his voice is developed to its peak: the irony, the cynicism, the repetition, the bleakness, the heartbreaking.
This book moved me more than his other works. Something about these sad, lonely and powerless characters fighting their fates in a dark, unfeeling cosmos. It is a bleak, emotionally resonant work, far more moving than Slaughterhouse 5 or Breakfast of Champions.
You can also see how influential this book was on Douglas Adams. The Hitchhikers Guide series, one might argue, is a whimsical offshoot of this novel.
A classic. Easily in his top three novels.
This book moved me more than his other works. Something about these sad, lonely and powerless characters fighting their fates in a dark, unfeeling cosmos. It is a bleak, emotionally resonant work, far more moving than Slaughterhouse 5 or Breakfast of Champions.
You can also see how influential this book was on Douglas Adams. The Hitchhikers Guide series, one might argue, is a whimsical offshoot of this novel.
A classic. Easily in his top three novels.
May 30, 2020
This book is so fantastic and crazy, yet at the same time so thought inducing and relatable. More than any book it showed the pointlessness of human life and also life goal and aim.
The story felt flexible enough to allow it to be what the reader would like it to be. It felt like the reader could strengthen their beliefs by reading this book, no matter what your beliefs were - it was all there - free will or control, religion and search of meaning, inequality and envy.
I loved his style and the repetitiveness that sometimes appeared. It seemed so well placed and brilliant.
Oh and I thought this is a handbook Elon Musk must be living by.
The story felt flexible enough to allow it to be what the reader would like it to be. It felt like the reader could strengthen their beliefs by reading this book, no matter what your beliefs were - it was all there - free will or control, religion and search of meaning, inequality and envy.
I loved his style and the repetitiveness that sometimes appeared. It seemed so well placed and brilliant.
Oh and I thought this is a handbook Elon Musk must be living by.
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