Vonnegut

Wrong charge, admittedly. But it's desperate stuff, Patrick, I reckon, reeking of exhaustion. I feel sorry for the man, whose early and middle work I loved deeply, and still do. This shocking thing happened to me: I read TIMEQUAKE in a borrowed copy. A year later I found it on the library shelf, flipped through, my heart going pitter-pat with anticipation at this new late work I hadn't yet read, lugged it home. Took me a couple of chapter to wake up. Could that have happened with SIRENS or CRADLE? Not even to my weary old brain, I think. Burn-out. Damien Broderick