Breakfast of Champions :: Breakfast of Champions Essays

Breakfast of ChampionsOur awareness is all that is liveborn and maybe sacred in any of us. Everything else about us is unfounded machinery.(p.221) IntroductionBreakfast of Champions or Goodbye Blue Monday is Kurt Vonneguts seventh romance. He wrote it in 1972, as he himself says, for his fiftieth birthday. It is Vonneguts own parody of himself and his works. The motley themes and mannerisms that have animated the earlier apologues are seen here in a grotesque, cartoon version of themselves, (Todd). It is a confrontation of tragedy of America brought onwards by Vonneguts sensitivity to tragedy (Uphaus), where Vonnegut seems to rub middle Americas nose in the sheer ugliness of life. (Merill) The storyBreakfast of Champions is a story of ii l onesome, skinny old men on a planet which was decease fast,(p.???). One of these two men is Dwayne Hoover, a fabulously well-to-do Pontiac Dealer, and the otherwise is Kilgore Trout, an unknown and unsuccessful science fiction writer. These two characters are fate to meet in Midland City and Kilgore Trouts book Now It weed Be Told is destined to turn Dwayne Hoover into homicidal maniac. How the novel is writtenThe novel attacks many things slavery, racism, commercial greed, jingoism, ecology, capitalism, imperialism, overpopulation etc., all of these aimed precisely at modern American society. Vonnegut brings a remarcable air of discovery to these themes, the pretense that no one has quite seen before the stark outlines of our hypocrisy, (Todd). Vonnegut is impolite in his constitution about these matters. He was taught to this impoliteness when he was a kid (p.2) by quintette Hurty -- the person this novel is dedicated to.The whole book is written in quite familiar style which was used in Vonneguts previous novel Slaughterhouse Five. The style can be defined by one line from it If accident will (Vonnegut 1969, p.2). Breakfast of Champions also has the vague externalize of absolute booby hatch. Vonnegut denounce d books that make people believe that life had leading characters, youngster characters, significant details, that it has lessons to be learned, tests to be passed, and a beginning, a middle, and an end, (p.209). But chaos is not only a way in which Vonnegut writes, it is also what Vonnegut writes about. As I approached my fiftieth birthday, I had becomemore and more enraged and mystified by the idiot decisionsmade by my countrymen. And then I had come suddenly to pity