So apparently “Cat’s Cradle” is being made into a feature movie. I haven’t re-read Vonnegut in a long time, but I’m looking forward to it for the same reason you look forward to anything related to any book you ever loved. Because it brings the book back to you, and with it, the love you felt. Only to lead to horrible disappointment, maybe. But still. If you can’t ever be disappointed, it means you no longer hope for anything, so to hell with that.
Reminded me of something else I wrote about here, my memory of a particular page in Vonnegut’s “Sirens of Titan.” I wrote about how I described the page to my daughter, who was reading it at the time. I told her it stuck in my memory forever, or at least for the last thirty years, which is almost forever for a forty-five-year-old. I no longer have a copy of the book, but thanks to Google Books, I was able to find the page online. It’s reproduced below.
Weird, but it still gives me chills. And I think maybe that’s why I wanted to be a writer in the first place.
Love Cat’s Cradle and had no idea it was being made into a film. Thanks for that.