reviewer of novels

EllaAnn,KevanAtteberry'sgranddaughter

I am a new and novel work of art. Refrain from reviewing me with rage !

Nov 11,2019
It’s the birthday of a writer who was also a veteran, Kurt Vonnegut, born in Indianapolis (1922). He joined the Army, and in December of 1944, he was captured by the Germans during the Battle of the Bulge. He was imprisoned in a slaughterhouse in Dresden. On the night of February 13, 1945, British and American bombers attacked Dresden, igniting a firestorm that killed almost all the city’s inhabitants in two hours. Vonnegut and his fellow prisoners only survived because they slept in a meat locker three stories below the ground.
He spent the next two decades writing science fiction, but he knew he wanted to write about his experiences in Dresden, and finally did in his novel Slaughterhouse-Five (1969), about a man named Billy Pilgrim who believes that he experiences the events of his life out of order, including his service during World War II, the firebombing of Dresden, and his kidnapping by aliens. He decides there is no such thing as time, and everything has already happened, so there’s really nothing to worry about.
Kurt Vonnegut, also wrote Cat’s Cradle (1963), Breakfast of Champions (1973), and many other books. He once said: “Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae.”

Rogue on the Road to Rhode Island

Quicksilver switches gears from Silver Path to Silver GPS

Quicksilver switches gears from Silver Path to Silver GPS

Rogue on the Road to Rhode Island
(departure:8AM)

Don programmed the GPS for 13 Sherman St.Newport,RI.
It calculated we would arrive at 12:38PM
But we skittered through Mass on the toll road,
And the robot continued to steer us back to the country routes.

It calculated we would arrive at 12:38PM
But, using the toll road, we parked at 11:24!
Speed limit on I90 was 65mph; in Conn: 30mph!

But we skittered through Mass on the toll road
First E, then N, then E;the robot voice ignored.
She never voiced her rage; calmly plotted on.

And the robot continued to steer us back to the country routes
U turns, hills, a satellite view from the clouds;
And we, like arrows, found our mark, stealthily on the ground.

MAD (according to my five senses)

MAD RAGEMAD IS:

barefoot on nails

pepper up nostrils

gunshot near ear

eyes close to bomb

fungus on tongue