
r/Vonnegut

For anyone who might not be aware, Kilgore Trout is based on a real person. The science fiction writer Theodore Sturgeon. He had some amazing books and short stories.
He was a very interesting writer. Of course, he had his problems, but many of his stories were way ahead of his time. His entire life story is quite interesting.
Trout Book
I finally tracked down a copy of this:
It’s in surprisingly good shape.
Mother Night
Apologies for the broad and bland title.
I’ve just finished this in the last few minutes.
What a book!
I’m an emotional mess; the last few paragraphs reduced me to tears.
I’ve been dipping in and out of Vonnegut’s work in recent years, rationing them to make them last. As a teen I read and re-read Sirens of Titan and Slaughterhouse 5 multiple times, but didn’t delve deeper. I’m so glad I’m getting to appreciate his work at a leisurely pace and with more perspective.
Each book I finish becomes my absolute favourite, but I don’t think this one will be topped.
Fucking hell.
Wow.
Not Another Request For Vonnegut-like Books
So I really, really love almost everything Kurt Vonnegut ever wrote, including lesser-liked books like Slapstick and Timequake. I think this is partly because what I like about them isn't quite the same as what other people like- his humour is fun and all, but I really need a level of cynicism and/or sincerity simular to Vonnegut's to temper it. I get tired fast if I'm just reading another comedic scifi/fantasy romp.
I already have quite a lot of things I can read if I want a laugh, what I feel l get out of Vonnegut books is a kind of bitter balm for the soul I can't really seem to get elsewhere. Cat's Cradle for example has one of the most depressing endings a book can have, but rereading it often feels like kind of a warm hug to me. For simular reasons a lot of my favourites parts of his books are when he's writing about the war in one way or another- not just in Slaughterhouse-five but the way it comes up in God Bless You, Mr Rosewater, in Hocus Pocus and Galapagos, in the Mars portion of The Sirens of Titan, etc.
Looking at which short stories are my favourite from Vonnegut' short story collections, I think it's safe to say I prefer fiction with at least a few scifi or speculative elements over fiction without.
I share a lot of Vonnegut's fascination with free will, luck, determinism and things thereabouts- I often name my favourite Vonnegut book as The Sirens of Titan for this reason, and the "catch-up" after the titular event in Timequake feels a lot like how my life (one of very limited opportunity and many obligations that I often wish I could "snap out of") often feels.
I think frequently of this one quote about Vonnegut I'm going to paraphrase terribly which said he was just a little bit too compassionate to write pure nihilism, just a little too cynical for his fellow humanists, and I feel like that sums up the sorts of books I'm looking for well.
Player Piano + Other Thoughts
Hello Folks,
I just finished Player Piano, and I definitely have mixed feelings about it. It certainly reads like Vonneguts debut work…it’s missing some of the succinctness of his more well known novels, but the bones are there. Overall I am glad I read it, but don’t think it will be at the top of my list.
However, I think the ending was excellent. Not sure if other people feel similar, but whenever I read Vonnegut books I always find myself getting a bit confused/lost like 2/3 of the way through…then the ending really ties everything into this cool and funky aha moment. I thought the ending of Player Piano did this very well, and in very Vonnegut fashion.
Finally, book just felt so relevant to now. I went in blind, and I’m actually getting a PhD in STEM currently so that was an interesting connection.
Would love to hear your opinion on this one! Cheers!
Kurt Vonnegut’s high-school band stories show how teachers quietly shape character
Kurt Vonnegut’s writing is so wildly creative that it seems he found inspiration in just about anything and everything he encountered in life.
One particular element of his youth, growing up in Indianapolis, was playing in the school band, and in Vonnegut’s Complete Stories, there is a section titled “The Band Director” that center a series of five stories around a caricature of his own high-school band director. These connected stories explore how music, patience, and small civic rituals shape kids’ lives. Read together, they make a strong argument that ordinary teachers and modest institutions, such as band directors and school rituals, are where character, self-worth, and community are quietly made.
“The Kid Nobody Could Handle” (1955, Saturday Evening Post; later in Welcome to the Monkey House) introduces George M. Helmholtz, “a very kind fat man with a head full of music,” the devoted band director at Lincoln High. When he sees Jim Donnini, a troubled boy living at a diner, Helmholtz gently intervenes: after catching Jim vandalizing school rooms, he trades his prized trumpet (said to have belonged to John Philip Sousa) for the boy’s cherished black leather boots, insisting Jim take the trumpet and play. It’s a sentimental setup and a little unbelievable, but the story sweetly shows how a teacher’s faith can change a kid’s path.
★★★★½ 4.5/5
“The No-Talent Kid” (1952, Saturday Evening Post; later in Bagombo Snuff Box) follows Walter Plummer, tone-deaf and forever angling for a letterman’s jacket. He’s a thorn in Helmholtz’s side, yet his persistence and a clever resolution around a prized drum show Vonnegut’s thesis in action: not everyone can excel at everything, but most people can find one or two things to love and do well. It’s heartfelt and satisfying.
★★★★½ 4.5/5
“Ambitious Sophomore” (1954, Saturday Evening Post; later in Bagombo Snuff Box) returns to Helmholtz’s conflicts with the school powers that be, this time an assistant principal tightening the budget. Helmholtz insists on a particular uniform and prop to help a piccolo player march straight, arguing that small investments in dignity matter. It’s the smallest of the band stories, but a funny, humane reversal of how high school arts often get short shrift compared with sports.
★★★½☆ 3.5/5
“The Boy Who Hates Girls” (1956, Saturday Evening Post; later in Bagombo Snuff Box) puts Helmholtz into an existential wobble when he misreads a student’s drunkenness for marching failure. The episode exposes a teacher’s doubts about method, authority, and unintended harm and is an empathetic portrait of a man wrestling with the limits of his influence.
★★★★☆ 4/5
“A Song for Selma” (from 2009’s Look at the Birdie) is a gem that folds mistaken identities, awkward teenage passion, and creative pride into an ambiguous but deeply human comedy. Based on the confidential IQ files in the principal’s office, a kid named Schroeder is a genius. He’s written a mountain of compositions for the band over his years at Lincoln High. But one day he tells Helmholtz he no longer wants to write music and instructs the teacher to trash all his work. But then dumb kid Big Floyd suddenly turns in a love ode about a classmate named Selma for the band to rehearse. Selma sneaks into the IQ files and determines Floyd is really the smart one and Schroeder the dumb one, and that Helmholtz is also a genius. Helmholtz claims to know nothing about IQ measurement but discovers Selma had misread the files, mistaking the IQ numbers for body-weight calculations. The story is one of the richest, funniest pieces in Complete Stories and left me eager to next read the section on “Behavior.”
★★★★★ 5/5
Also read Part 1 of my series on Vonnegut’s Complete Stories: Kurt Vonnegut clearly saw a future of overpopulation that would lead to many ethical questions
https://popculturelunchbox.substack.com/p/kurt-vonneguts-high-school-band-stories
I’ve been a fan of Vonnegut for a long time, since first reading Slaughterhouse 5 about 20 years ago, and slowly adding more over the years (other favorites being Breakfast of Champions and Galapagos). I had always meant to read Sirens of Titan, and only just now got around to it, with a $4 torn up paperback copy from second hand store.
I can’t believe it took me so long to get to this book, and with every chapter and page and paragraph I increasingly felt I was reading something special. About 2/3 of the way through, it already was becoming my favorite V book so far, and felt compelled to upgrade to this awesome collectors edition. Now starting the final chapter with this beautiful book. Wish me luck
I’m scheduled to get “God made mud, God got lonesome” tattooed on myself in a few months. It’s from Cat’s Cradle. Before I commit to the tattoo, I want to hear angles of this book and quote. What do y’all think of the quote alone and in the context of the book? I love the quote. Thanks in advance
Last night’s SNL was an homage of sorts, with a twist or two.
Breakfast of Champions Mandela Effect
My brother and I are losing our minds. We wanted to get our grandpa a T-Shirt for his birthday with a Kurt Vonnegut drawing from Breakfast of Champions. He has, for as long as I can remember, referenced a Vonnegut bit about a Little League game and overly involved parents wanting their child to get to home plate. He always described an illustration, a simple drawing of a baseball plate with the caption "This is home plate." My brother and I found a copy of Breakfast of Champions and skimmed through the whole thing, looking for this drawing, but did not find it. We looked online and saw all the drawings in the book and it wasen't there. We looked at other Vonnegut novels, but have had no success. My grandpa was an English teacher and seems certain that it was from Breakfast of Champions, but it could be from another of his novels? He has literally told this story forever, and my brother even swears he read it himself in High School. Any help would be great!
Vonnegut's Welcome to the Monkey House signed first ed. (8vo) original cloth-backed boards, dust jacket. First Edition. Signed and inscribed on endpaper by the author: "FOR LYELL HENRY - Kurt Vonnegut Jr." One of only 5000 copies printed in this first print run. Scarce. Condition: Light wear to jacket; spine cloth with light stains; near fine in like jacket. The catalog notes do not state the date or publisher.