名称：第五號屠宰場
作者:kurt Vonnegut
出版社:麥田
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第五號屠宰場内容简介
1945年，德勒斯登遭到大轟炸時，馮內果本人正巧身在德國。他和其他戰俘一起，在「第五號屠宰場」地下貯存獸肉的地窖裡捱過了一夜，逃避了頭頂上的一場狂轟濫炸。二次大戰的親身經驗，衍生出了這部有史以來最偉大的反戰書之一。馮內果運用科幻小說的技巧，讓主人翁畢勒在德勒斯登一場因空襲而起的大火中九死一生後，展開了一場自由穿梭時空的冒險之旅。這次的經歷讓他認識了四度空間，也學會了如何看待死亡。在《第五號屠宰場》裡，無論戰場上或時空旅行中，馮內果描述許多面臨生死邊緣或受苦受難的人所採取的方式皆是冷靜超然——把自己掩埋在池底下、地底下或是宇宙底層，人類可以無視時間與空間的存在，任憑自己的心靈自由飄蕩，八方馳騁。
第五號屠宰場部分内容
All this happened, more or less. The war parts, anyway, are pretty much true. One guy I knew really was shot in Dresden for taking a teapot that wasn't his. Another guy I knew really did threaten to have his personal enemies killed by hired gunmen after the war. And so on. I've changed all the names.
I really did go back to Dresden with Guggenheim money (God love it) in 1967. It looked a lot like Dayton, Ohio, more open spaces than Dayton has. There must be tons of human bone meal in the ground.
I went back there with an old war buddy, Bernard V. O'Hare, and we made friends with a cab driver, who took us to the slaughterhouse where we had been locked up at night as prisoners of war. His name was Gerhard Müller. He told us that he was a prisoner of the Americans for a while. We asked him how it was to live under Communism, and he said that it was terrible at first, because everybody had to work so hard, and because there wasn't much shelter or food or clothing. But things were much better now. He had a pleasant little apartment, and his daughter was getting an excellent education. His mother was incinerated in the Dresden fire-storm. So it goes.
He sent O'Hare a postcard at Christmastime, and here is what it said:
“I wish you and your family also as to your friend Merry Christmas and a happy New Year and I hope that we'll meet again in a world of peace and freedom in the taxi cab if the accident will.”
I like that very much: “If the accident will.”
I would hate to tell you what this lousy little book cost me in money and anxiety and time. When I got home from the Second World War twenty-three years ago, I thought it would be easy for me to write about the destruction of Dresden, since all I would have to do would be to report what I had seen. And I thought, too, that it would be a masterpiece or at least make me a lot of money, since the subject was so big.
But not many words about Dresden came from my mind then — not enough of them to make a book, anyway. And not many words come now, either, when I have become an old fart with his memories and his Pall Malls, with his sons full grown.
I think of how useless the Dresden part of my memory has been, and yet how tempting Dresden has been to write about, and I am reminded of the famous limerick:
There was a young man from Stamboul, Who soliloquized thus to his tool: “You took all my wealth And you ruined my health, And now you won't pee, you old fool.”
And I'm reminded, too, of the song that goes:
My name is Yon Yonson, I work in Wisconsin, I work in a lumbermill there. The people I meet when I walk down the street, They say, “What's your name?” And I say, “My name is Yon Yonson, I work in Wisconsin...”
And so on to infinity.
参考: 科幻 反战
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