The first few sounds of Dream Theater‘s Blind Faith are just perfect. Somehow it makes me feel something i really enjoy feeling, though it’s far from being either a happy or a good feeling, it’s just unique, and close to perfect.

But it’s not the art of Dream Theater i wanted to write about, but the work of an other american, to be exact, sadly a past american, namely Kurt Vonnegut. I read Slaughterhouse Five (that was past tense). Interesting is, how past already arrived among the words of this writing, though i didn’t intend to use it for a while. I should learn from what master Vonnegut said about writing (won’t cite it now, it’s in the back of the Bagombo Snuff Box). Well, this book (i mean Slaughterhouse Five) is very Vonnegut-ish. After reading that aforementioned coda, i could see many of his writing principles fulfilled.

The story is totally anachronic, which gives a very interesting feel to it. It’s almost like Suzumiya (or rather vice versa), though in that anime the episodes at least are linear, and also they are only mixed up, but it’s “only” a linear story cut up. Slaughterhouse Five is not cut up—it’s linear. But the concept of time in it is very unique. Or not. It’s a totally linear time, predestined and unchangeable, and those who are “unstuck in time” are used to that, and it doesn’t disturb them at all. But it disturbs me. Nothing remains secret of the story at all. You could read any chapter after any other, it’d make virtually no difference (lately i’m using this “virtually” a bit too often). But it’s still enjoyable to read, though evidently not because the surprises the story may hold. It’s just good. As expected…

And tomorrow i’ll have to talk about it in the oral part of the national high school competition of english (what a loser translation) second round. It’ll be interesting. I’m no way excited of an english competition, i just hope it’ll be fun. At least as much fun as the book (still talking about Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut).