But no more novels. In fact, no more working on novels either. Despite this, it seems Kurt will go on living. Writing is in itself the act of being attentive to experience. Honest communication seems almost a footnote to the act of observation.
Writing can consume.
Once you're caught, I doubt it's as easy as Vonnegut thinks to escape. Ironically, this is perhaps the subject of his new novel. In TimeQuake , a sudden slip of the universe's timestream causes everyone to repeat ten years on automatic pilot. It's Time's Arrow without the Nazis. As always, Vonnegut's allegory seems both plainer and more complicated than contemporaries like Thomas Pynchon and Martin Amis.