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piece, "Well All Right", focusing on pacifism, a cause he strongly supported,[7] arguing against U.S. intervention in World War II.[17]World War II[edit]Portrait of Vonnegut in U.S. Army uniform between 1943 and 1945The attack on Pearl Harbor brought the U.S. into the war. Vonnegut was a member of Reserve Officers' Training Corps, but poor grades and a satirical article in Cornell's newspaper cost him his place there. He was placed onacademic probation in May 1942 and dropped out the following January. No longer eligible for a student deferment, he faced likelyconscription into United States Army. Instead of waiting to be drafted, he enlisted in the army and in March 1943 reported to Fort Bragg, North Carolina, for basic training.[18] Vonnegut was trained to fire and maintain howitzers, a type of artillery, and later received instruction in mechanical engineering at the Carnegie Institute of Technology and the University of Tennessee as part of the Army Specialized Training Program (ASTP).[11] In early 1944, the ASTP was canceled due to the Army's need for soldiers to support the D-Day invasion, and Vonnegut was ordered to an infantry battalion at Camp Atterbury, south of Indianapolis in Edinburgh, Indiana, where he trained as a scout.[19] He lived so close to his home that he was "able to sleep in [his] own bedroom and use the family car on weekends".[20] On May 14, 1944, Vonnegut returned home on leave for Mother's Day weekend to discover that his mother had committed suicide the previous night by overdosing on sleeping pills.[21][c]Three months following his mother's suicide, Vonnegut was deployed as an intelligence scout with the 106th Infantry Division. In December 1944, he fought in the Battle of the Bulge, the final German offensive of the war.[21] On December 22, he was captured with about fifty other American soldiers.[22] Vonnegut was taken by boxcar to a prison camp south of Dresden, in Saxony. During the journey, the Royal Air Force bombed the prisoner trains and killed about 150 men.[23] Vonnegut was sent to Dresden, the "first fancy city [he had] ever seen". He lived in a slaughterhouse when he got to the city, and worked in a factory that made malt syrup for pregnant women. Vonnegut recalled the sirens going off whenever another city was bombed. The Germans did not expect Dresden to get bombed, Vonnegut said. "There were very few air-raid shelters in town and no war industries, just cigarette factories, hospitals, clarinet factories."[24]Dresden, 1945; Over ninety percent of the city's center was destroyed.On February 13, 1945, Dresden became the target of Allied forces. In the hours and days that followed, the Allies engaged in a fiercefirebombing of the city.[21] The offensive subsided on February 15, leaving tens of thousands dead. Vonnegut marveled at the level of both the destruction in Dresden and the secrecy that attended it. He had survived by taking refuge in a meat locker three stories underground.[7] "It was cool there, with cadavers hanging all around", Vonnegut said. "When we came up the city was gone ... They burnt the whole damn town down."[24] Vonnegut and other
to how long it may expect to wait for the repair to take place. Reviewers were uncertain what to think of the book, with one comparing it to Offenbach's opera The Tales of Hoffmann.[36]Rumfoord, who is based on Franklin D. Roosevelt, also physically resembles the former president. Rumfoord is described, "he put a cigarette in a long, bone cigarette holder, lighted it. He thrust out his jaw. The cigarette holder pointed straight up."[37] William Rodney Allen, in his guide to Vonnegut's works, stated that Rumfoord foreshadowed the fictional political figures who would play major roles in God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater and Jailbird.[38]Mother Night, published in 1961, received little attention at the time of its publication. Howard W. Campbell, Jr., Vonnegut's protagonist, is an American who goes to Nazi Germany during the war as a double agent for the U.S. Office of Strategic Services, and rises to the regime's highest ranks as a radio propagandist. After the war, the spy agency refuses to clear his name and he is eventually imprisoned by the Israelis in the same cell block as Adolf Eichmann, and later commits suicide. Vonnegut wrote in a foreword to a later edition, "we are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be".[39] Literary critic Lawrence Berkove considered the novel, like Mark Twain'sAdventures of Huckleberry Finn, to illustrate the tendency for "impersonators to get carried away by their impersonations, to become what they impersonate and therefore to live in a world of illusion".[40]Also published in 1961 was Vonnegut's short story, "Harrison Bergeron", set in a dystopic future where all are equal, even if that means disfiguring beautiful people and forcing the strong or intelligent to wear devices that negate their advantages. Fourteen-year-old Harrison is a genius and athlete forced to wear record-level "handicaps" and imprisoned for attempting to overthrow the government. He escapes to a television studio, tears away his handicaps, and frees a ballerina from her lead weights. As they dance, they are killed by the Handicapper General, Diana Moon Glampers.[41] Vonnegut, in a later letter, suggested that "Harrison Bergeron" might have sprung from his envy and self-pity as a high school misfit. In his 1976 biography of Vonnegut, Stanley Schatt suggested that the short story shows "in any leveling process, what really is lost, according to Vonnegut, is beauty, grace, and wisdom".[42] Darryl Hattenhauer, in his 1998 journal article on "Harrison Bergeron", theorized that the story was a satire on American Cold War misunderstandings of communism and socialism.[42]With Cat's Cradle (1963), Allen wrote, "Vonnegut hit full stride for the first time".[43] The narrator, John, intends to write of Dr. Felix Hoenikker, one of the fictional fathers of the atomic bomb, seeking to cover the scientist's human side. Hoenikker, in addition to the bomb, has developed another threat to mankind, Ice-9, solid water stable at room temperature, and if a particle of it is dropped in water, all of it becomes Ice-9. Much of the second half of the book is spent on the fictional Caribbean island of San Lorenzo, where
John explores a religion called Bokononism, whose holy books (excerpts from which are quoted), give the novel the moral core science does not supply. After the oceans are converted to Ice-9, wiping out most of humankind, John wanders the frozen surface, seeking to have himself and his story survive.[44][45]Vonnegut based the title character of God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater (1964), on an accountant he knew on Cape Cod, who specialized in clients in trouble and often had to comfort them. Eliot Rosewater, the wealthy son of a Republican senator, seeks to atone for his wartime shooting of noncombatant firefighters by serving in a volunteer fire department, and by giving away money to those in trouble or need. Stress from a battle for control of his charitable foundation pushes him over the edge, and he is placed in a mental hospital by a dishonest lawyer. He recovers, and ends the financial battle by declaring the children of his county to be his heirs.[46] Allen deemed God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater more "a cry from the heart than a novel under its author's full intellectual control", that reflected family and emotional stresses Vonnegut was going through at the time.[47]Slaughterhouse-Five[edit]After spending much of two years at the writer's workshop at the University of Iowa, teaching one course each term, Vonnegut was awarded a Guggenheim Fellowship for research in Germany. By the time he won it, in March 1967, he was becoming a well-known writer. He used the funds to travel in Eastern Europe, including to Dresden, where he found many prominent buildings still in ruins. At the time of the bombing, Vonnegut had not appreciated the sheer scale of destruction in Dresden; his enlightenment came only slowly as information dribbled out, and based on early figures came to believe that 135,000 had died there.[48][e]Vonnegut had been writing about his war experiences at Dresden ever since he returned from the war, but had never been able to write anything acceptable to himself or his publishersChapter 1 of Slaughterhouse-Five tells of his difficulties.[50] Released in 1969, the novel rocketed Vonnegut to fame.[51] It tells of the life of Billy Pilgrim, who like Vonnegut was born in 1922 and survives the bombing of Dresden. The story is told in a non-linear fashion, with many of the story's climaxesBilly's death in 1976, his kidnapping by aliens from the planet Tralfamadore nine years earlier, and the execution of Billy's friend Edgar Derby in the ashes of Dresden for stealing a teapotare disclosed in the story's first pages.[50]Slaughterhouse-Five received generally positive reviews, with Michael Crichton writing in The New Republic, "he writes about the most excruciatingly painful things. His novels have attacked our deepest fears of automation and the bomb, our deepest political guilts, our fiercest hatreds and loves. No one else writes books on these subjects; they are inaccessible to normal novelists."[52] The book went immediately to the top of The New York Times Best Seller list. Vonnegut's earlier works had appealed strongly to many college students, and the antiwar message of Slaughterhouse Five resonated with a generation marked by
whom he met while she was working on a series about writers in the early 1970s. With Jill, he adopted a daughter, Lily, when the baby was three days old.[59] In subsequent years, his popularity resurged as he published several satirical books, including Jailbird (1979), Deadeye Dick (1982), Galapagos (1985), Bluebeard (1987), and Hocus Pocus (1990).[60] In 1986, Vonnegut was seen by a younger generation when he played himself in Rodney Dangerfield's film Back to School.[61] The last of Vonnegut's fourteen novels, Timequake (1997), was, as University of Detroit history professor and Vonnegut biographer Gregory Sumner said, "a reflection of an aging man facing mortality and testimony to an embattled faith in the resilience of human awareness and agency."[60]Vonnegut's final book, a collection of essays entitled A Man Without a Country (2005), became a best-seller.[56]Death and legacy[edit]Vonnegut's sincerity, his willingness to scoff at received wisdom, is such that reading his work for the first time gives one the sense that everything else is rank hypocrisy. His opinion of human nature was low, and that low opinion applied to his heroes and his villains alike he was endlessly disappointed in humanity and in himself, and he expressed that disappointment in a mixture of tar-black humor and deep despair. He could easily have become a crank, but he was too smart; he could have become a cynic, but there was something tender in his nature that he could never quite suppress; he could have become a bore, but even at his most despairing he had an endless willingness to entertain his readers: with drawings, jokes, sex, bizarre plot twists, science fiction, whatever it took.[62]Lev Grossman, Time magazine, 2007Like Mark Twain, Mr. Vonnegut used humor to tackle the basic questions of human existence: Why are we in this world? Is there a presiding figure to make sense of all this, a god who in the end, despite making people suffer, wishes them well?[56]Dinitia Smith, The New York Times, 2007In a 2006 Rolling Stone interview, Vonnegut sardonically stated that he would sue the Brown & Williamson tobacco company, the maker of the Pall Mall-branded cigarettes he had been smoking since he was twelve or fourteen years old, for false advertising. "And do you know why?" he said. "Because I'm 83 years old. The lying bastards! On the package Brown & Williamson promised to kill me."[62] He died on the night of April 11, 2007 in Manhattan, as a result of brain injuries incurred several weeks prior from a fall at his New York brownstone home.[56][63] His death was reported by his wife Jill. Vonnegut was 84 years old.[56] At the time of his death, Vonnegut had written fourteen novels, three short story collections, five plays and five non-fiction books.[62] A book composed of Vonnegut's unpublished pieces,Armageddon in Retrospect, was compiled and posthumously published by Vonnegut's son Mark in 2008.[64]When asked about the impact Vonnegut had on his work, author Josip Novakovich stated that he has "much to learn from Vonneguthow to compress things and yet not compromise them, how to digress into history, quote from various
of that social experience is beside the point. What matters is the attempt, and the recognition that ... we must try to map this unstable and perilous terrain, even if we know in advance that our efforts are doomed.[73]The Science Fiction and Fantasy Hall of Fame inducted Vonnegut posthumously in 2015.[74][75] Vonnegut once remarked that he would not be displeased at being relegated to the drawer marked "science fiction" if critics didn't continue to mistake it for a urinal.Views[edit]War[edit]In 2011, NPR wrote, "Kurt Vonnegut's blend of anti-war sentiment and satire made him one of the most popular writers of the 1960s." Vonnegut stated in a 1987 interview that, "my own feeling is that civilization ended in World War I, and we're still trying to recover from that", and that he wanted to write war-focused works without glamorizing war itself.[76] Vonnegut had not intended to publish again, but his anger against the George W. Bush administration led him to write A Man Without a Country.[77]Slaughterhouse-Five is the Vonnegut novel best known for its antiwar themes, but the author expressed his beliefs in ways beyond the depiction of the destruction of Dresden. He has one character, Mary O'Hare, opine that "wars were partly encouraged by books and movies", made by "Frank Sinatra or John Wayne or some of those other glamorous, war-loving, dirty old men".[78] Vonnegut made a number of comparisons between Dresden and the bombing of Hiroshima in Slaughterhouse-Five[79] and wrote in Palm Sunday (1991) that "I learned how vile that religion of mine could be when the atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima".[80]Nuclear war, or at least deployed nuclear arms, is mentioned in almost all of Vonnegut's novels. In Player Piano, the computer EPICAC is given control of the nuclear arsenal, and is charged with deciding whether to use high-explosive or nuclear arms. In Cat's Cradle, John's original purpose in setting pen to paper is to write an account of what prominent Americans had been doing as Hiroshima was bombed.[81]Religion[edit]Some of you may know that I am neither Christian nor Jewish nor Buddhist, nor a conventionally religious person of any sort. I am a humanist, which means, in part, that I have tried to behave decently without any expectation of rewards or punishments after I'm dead. [...] I myself have written, "If it weren't for the message of mercy and pity in Jesus' Sermon on the Mount, I wouldn't want to be a human being. I would just as soon be a rattlesnake."[82]Kurt Vonnegut, God Bless You, Dr. Kevorkian, 1999Kurt Vonnegut was an atheist and a humanist, serving as the honorary president of the American Humanist Association.[83][84] In an interview for Playboy, he stated that his forebears who came to the United States did not believe in God, and he learned his atheism from his parents.[85] Like his great-grandfather Clemens, Vonnegut was afreethinker.[86] Vonnegut went to a Unitarian church several times, but with little consistency. In his autobiographical work Palm Sunday, Vonnegut says he is a "Christian worshipping agnostic." He also talked about Jesus' Sermon on the Mount, and the Beatitudes,[87] and
She was inebriated at the time and under the influence of prescription drugs.[21]Jump up^ Vonnegut received his degree in anthropology 25 years after he left, when the University accepted his novel Cat's Cradle in lieu of his master's thesis.[29]Jump up^ A 2010 report commissioned by the German government estimated the toll at up to 25,000.[49]
dois filmes seguintes vao fundar um novo cinema, chamado intelectual. Eisenstein apresenta, entao, a maioria dos tracos do construtivismo: alem do linearismo de suas construcoes e sua concepcao original da montagem, ele trabalha o papel e o sentido dos objetos, integra a escritura a imagem, usa a arquitetura como modelo social e responde vigorosamente a nocao de encomenda social.Artistas associados com o Construtivismo[editar | editar codigo-fonte]Alexandr Rodchenko - pintor, designer e fotografo (1891 - 1956)Alexander Vesnin - arquiteto, pintor (1883-1957)Anibal Villacis - (1927)Berthold Lubetkin - arquiteto (1901-1990)Dziga Vertov - cineasta (1896-1954)El Lissitzky - designer grafico (1890-1941)Esfir Shub - cineasta (1894 1959)Estuardo Maldonado - (1930)Ilia Selvinski - poeta (1899-1968)Ivan Leonidov - arquiteto (1902-1959)Joaquin Torres Garcia - (1874-1949)John Ernest - (1922-1994)John McHale - (1922-1978)Konstantin Melnikov - arquiteto (1890-1974)Laszlo Moholy-Nagy - (1895-1946)Louis Lozowick - (1892-1973)Naum Gabo - escultor (1890-1977)Oskar Schlemmer - (1888-1943)Oswaldo Viteri - (1931)Sergei Eisenstein - cineasta (1898-1948)Sergio de Camargo - artista plastico (1930-1990)Vadim Meller - (1884-1962)Vasiliy Yermilov - (1894-1967)Vladimir Mayakovsky - poeta, pintor, dramaturgo (1893-1930)Vladimir Shukhov - engenheiro (1853-1939)Vladimir Tatlin - (1885-1953)Vsevolod Emilevitch Meyerhold - diretor teatral (1874-1940)
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Bras Cubas Reloaded com fesceninas intromissoes por Reinaldo Moraes CAPITULO 53 - . . . . . . . . . . Machado comeca: "Lembra-me, sim, que, em certa noite, abotoou-se a flor, ou o beijo, se assim lhe quiserem chamar, um beijo que ela me deu, tremula, - coitadinha, - tremula de medo, porque era ao portao da chacara." Dai, comeco eu: "Chamei Virgilia na chincha, como os posteros mais acanalhados hao de dizer do seculo vinte em diante, algo que me e dado naturalmente saber, agora que desfruto da mais folgada e onisciente eternidade. Foi um amplexo de bracos e pernas de sucuri famelica. Aproveitei para tacar-lhe a mao em sua fornida retarguarda, encontrando, em lugar das ansiadas nadegotas, nada alem da armacao e do estofado da famigerada anquinha que ela usava a re por baixo do vestido, a empinar-lhe a silhueta feito pata choca, como se usava muito naquele tempo. Todavia, a minha canhestra tentativa de faze-la sentir a pujanca turgida do meu membro romantico viu-se em grande parte frustrada pelas insanas camadas de roupa que separavam a minha calca estufada na altura da braguilha da feminea regiao pubiana que eu tanto ansiava por ver, e tocar, e adentrar, mais ou menos nessa ordem, sem falar nos mais desafiadores seios ja vislumbrados num decote nas valsas que haviamos contradacado nas ultimas semanas insanas numa feerica fieira de bailes. Sob o vestido, abrigava-se uma profusao de sei la que telas de armacao, anaguas de cambraia, camisas de linho, bloomers, espartilhos de barbatana detubarao, e mais corseletes, calcolas e calcoletas dos mais finos linhos e da mais alva e suave seda do Imperio do Meio. Como diria meu desvairado amigo Quincas Borba, naquele momento Humanitas, o principio ambivalente da vida, aqui em sua versao masculina, buscava com transcendente energia a Humanitas em versao feminina -- e vice-versa, saliente-se, pois Virgilia tambem parecia desejar-me com furia. Mas entre Humanitas macho e Humanitas femea, interpolava-se a moda, essa intrometida e voluntariosa senhora envolta numa torrente de tecidos, vedando aos olhos e ao desejo do homem o unico tecido que verdadeiramente lhe importa -- o insuperavel tecido epidermico com que o Criador revestiu o corpo do primeiro homem saido do barro e, a seguir, o da mulher, feita de materia mais refinada, qual seja, uma costela de homem al primo canto. Como que adivinhando minhas ardentes intencoes ao enlacar e juntar seu corpo ao meu, com forca e quica alguma violencia, Virgilia deslizou sua mao fina de fada -- num de seus adelgacados dedos luzia um solitario diamante que refletia e refratava o luar nas cores do arco-iris --, deslizou sua rica mao, eu dizia, ate a regiao central da minha calca que abrigava aquela altura uma contrafacao simbolica e miniaturizada de um gigante Adamastor ansioso por adentrar a epopeia, apresentar-se logo no proscenio -- -- "Eu sou aquele oculto e grande Cabo, / A quem chamais vos outros Tormentorio", ja cantara Camoes -- e cumprir com denodada paixao os trefegos designios de Cupido. Ato continuo, nao me lembra se ela, se eu, ou