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Kurt Vonnegut Jr. Čte Stanley Tucci.

Vydalo Publisher Harper Audio v roce 2004 (celkem 5:26 hod.).

Pozn.: Takřka kultovní kniha, v níž vystupuje – jak jinak – Vonnegutův alter ego, stárnoucí spisovatel vědeckofantastické literatury Kilgore Trout, jehož hlava je nevyčerpatelným gejzírem originálních nápadů na povídky. V této knize Kilgore Trout ke své hrůze zjistí, že jeden jeho čtenář považuje jeho fiktivní příběhy za pravdivé. Výsledkem je neuvěřitelně černá satira, v níž si Vonnegut bere na paškál válku, sex, rasismus, touhu po úspěchu, politiku a ničení životního prostředí.

This novel was Vonnegut’s 50th birthday present to himself. He seems to have wanted to purge himself of his usual literary preoccupations so as to renew his imagination for his mature years. So he pursues his fictional alter ego, the sour old sci-fi writer Kilgore Trout, and frees him from his creator, that is, himself. He does this at a small town arts festival after one of Trout’s few readers shoots up the place.
These events are related as if to a young space alien who knows little of the human „machine,“ as the author calls us. Stanley Tucci delivers a superbly sly interpretation of this fare. He affects a laid-back, melancholy style, using his excellent timing and spurts of mischief to bring home the sardonic humor and irony with which the book is larded.
This approach goes a long way to mask some of the author’s self-indulgence.
While a brief and somewhat fatuous interview with Vonnegut does little to enlighten the leader, the clever packaging reproduces some of the illustrations from the printed original, which contribute to the tone of a primer for nonhumans. Y.R. Winner of AUDIOFILE Earphones Award © AudioFile 2004, Portland, Maine– Copyright © AudioFile, Portland,

From the Inside Flap
Breakfast of Champions is vintage Vonnegut. One of his favorite characters, aging writer Kilgore Trout, finds to his horror that a Midwest car dealer is taking his fiction as truth. The result is murderously funny satire as Vonnegut looks at war, sex, racism, success, politics, and pollution in America and reminds us how to see the truth.

Editorial Reviews
„We are healthy only to the extent that our ideas are humane.“ So reads the tombstone of downtrodden writer Kilgore Trout, but we have no doubt who’s really talking: his alter ego Kurt Vonnegut. Health versus sickness, humanity versus inhumanity–both sets of ideas bounce through this challenging and funny book. As with the rest of Vonnegut’s pure fantasy, it lacks the shimmering, fact-fueled rage that illuminates Slaughterhouse-Five.
At the same time, that makes this book perhaps more enjoyable to read.-
Breakfast of Champions is a slippery, lucid, bleakly humorous jaunt through (sick? inhumane?) America circa 1973, with Vonnegut acting as our Virgil-like companion. The book follows its main character, auto-dealing solid-citizen Dwayne Hoover, down into madness, a condition brought on by the work of the aforementioned Kilgore Trout. As Dwayne cracks, then crumbles, Breakfast of Champions coolly shows the effects his dementia has on the web of characters surrounding him. It’s not much of a plot, but it’s enough for Vonnegut to air unique opinions on America, sex, war, love, and all of his other pet topics–you know, the only ones that really count.
–This text refers to the Paperback edition.
„It’s marvelous…he wheels out all the complaints about America and makes them seem fresh, funny, outrageous, hateful and lovable.“
–The New York Times
„Vonnegut is George Orwell, Dr. Caligari and Flash Gordon compounded into one writer….A zany but moral mad scientist.“
–Time
„Free-wheeling, wild and great….Uniquely Vonnegut.“
–Publishers Weekly–This text refers to the Paperback edition.

Kurt Vonnegut is a master of contemporary American Literature. His black humor, satiric voice, and incomparable imagination first captured America’s attention in The Siren’s of Titan in 1959 and established him as ‚a true artist‘ with Cat’s Cradle in 1963. He is, as Graham Greene has declared, ‚one of the best living American writers.‘