Thursday, May 8, 2014

Jailbird

Kurt Vonnegut – 1979

It's all right,' she said. 'You couldn't help it that you were born without a heart. At least you tried to believe what the people with hearts believed – so you were a good man just the same.” 

It may not be the cult favorite that Slaughterhouse-Five or Breakfast of Champions are, but in many ways Jailbird struck me as possibly Kurt Vonnegut’s masterpiece.  The science-fiction elements emblematic of his most famous books are absent, but Jailbird still achieves an amazing balance between the absurdity and pathos in Vonnegut’s view of the human race.  Like many of Vonnegut’s apathetic protagonists, Walter F. Starbuck is introduced as a completely unexceptional bureaucrat and schlub; the type who would have succeeded in business with a little more drive but who found a natural home in civil service.  Somehow he found himself tangentially connected to the Watergate scandal and is just now being released from a prison stint back into society, with nothing to show for his life in middle-age except for a meager doctorate in mixology.  Wandering the streets for a couple days after his release, Walter ruminates about his past, trying to pinpoint the moment when he lost his soul, and has several chance encounters – in typical Vonnegut fashion – with people who have effected or been effected by the same events that steered him to this point.  An incarnation of Kilgore Trout pops up as a fellow prison inmate; he may or may not be the same reclusive and prolific sci-fi writer who appears in various Vonnegut novels.  In the unusual and lengthy introduction, Vonnegut recounts a history of the labor movement in America and how it shaped not only Jailbird but his entire outlook.  The approach is hardly ideological but purely humanistic.  He also claims to have received a letter from a young reader at one point suggesting that all of Vonnegut’s work can be encapsulated in one simple phrase: “Love may fail, but courtesy will prevail,” which I take to mean that while idealism leads to and depends too much on rose-colored glasses, a group of the worst cynics can still agree on a system of ethics that will preserve the peace for the greatest number of people.
 

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