Well, I just finished The Sirens of Titan and I really enjoyed it. However, for some reason, I feel that I’m going to have to consume a significant amount of alcohol before attempting to make sense of what it all means.
So is Vonnegut saying that the meaning of life is for us to be used by others, and that is really the only way for us to have purpose? And so the sirens of Titan – do they stand for the hopelessly unfulfilling things that drive us as human beings? The things that compel us to get up in the morning, but which ultimately either a) are never going to happen anyways or b) aren’t going to make us happy even if they do happen.
You know, like the possibility of a soul mate or maybe a decent non-dairy butter substitute….
Goddamn. I’m all out of witty intelligent things to say. I got nothin’ tonight. Nothin!
Oh, wait, duh!!!! I just made the connection between the sirens, the long painful journey of Malachi Constant – Homer’s Odyssey! Wasn’t there a cyclops? Like Beatrice Rumsfoord being blinded in one eye? Well, and she’s kind of like the long-suffering wife, Penelope, isn’t she? Damn, I wish I could remember a little more of it – I read it back in college.
Hmm, okay – well, I’ve decided my last book of the summer – a re-reading of Homer’s The Odyssey!!!
Samara