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...Kurt Vonnegut's God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater, our drunken hero crashes a convention of science-fiction writers. "I love you sons of bitches," he says. "You're the only ones with guts enough to really care about the future, who really notice what machines do to us, what wars do to us, what cities do to us, what tremendous misunderstandings, mistakes, accidents and catastrophes do to us. You're the only ones zany enough to agonize over time and distances without limit, over mysteries that will never die, over the fact that we are right...
...metaphor about a rest-room wall covered with dirty words along with a heart enclosing the names of lovers. "I notice the obscenities but write about the heart and the lovers," she said. "Ginsberg notices the heart but writes about the obscenities." In another part of the forest, Kurt Vonnegut Jr. genially kidded the grandstanding proclivities of Norman Mailer. "I think it's vulgar to hog the news to the extent Mailer does," he told a seminar. As to why Mailer does it, Vonnegut said that he has found that "careers last 20 years. It's true...
...leading member of this crew is Israel Horovitz, who wrote The Indian Wants The Bronx, and now Line. Other playwrights with a similar tenor of mind are John Guare (CopOut, The House of Blue Leaves), Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Happy Birthday, Wanda June), and Jules Feiffer (Little Murders, The White House Murder Case). In a sense, they are all cartoonists (as Feiffer actually is), commenting on life, but never really bringing life to birth on the stage. They all write rather like Madison Avenue dropouts, reaching for the zingy zany line that will somehow sell their intrinsically pessimistic little packages. They...
After Dealing is finished, Williams will direct a full-length version of Kurt Vonnegut's The Sirens of Titan. Vonnegut, Briggs-Copeland Lecturer on English, is currently working on the screenplay...
...footlight lecture seems to be Vonnegut's forte, and the jawbone is his only weapon. Fortunately, it seems to be the funniest bone in his body. His sense of the absurdity of existence is quite antic and acute, though prevailingly collegiate, as epitomized in his title which features an innocent and irrelevant mite, Wanda June (Ariane Munker), who has been translated into heaven by a homicidal ice cream truck. In the role of the anti-hero hero, Kevin McCarthy is splendid. McCarthy has always been an actor with thought behind an ingratiating personality and imperishable good looks, and that...