In this first audio post to Vhcle Notes, we sit down with David Young, author of The VAT & Sales Tax Debacle: A Creative Re-approach & Espousal Of Nudged Thinking. David’s full article is available now both in our March Issue as well as on vhcle.com here
A couple miles from my house, there is a taqueria. I’m a lover of Mexican food, so I notice it every time I drive past. On the side of the building beneath their name is the accolade ‘Sacramento’s favorite taqueria.’ As much as I enjoy good Mexican food, I have never visited this restaurant, but if it were the city’s favorite place to enjoy delicious beans, rice, cheese and tortilla in endless combinations you’d think it would make some sort of blip on the Mexican food radar. The only reason I know about this taqueria is the prominent location of their restaurant, not the exuberance of their patrons.
This is reminiscent of my philosophy class in community college, years ago. For whatever reason, the professor talked about a brand of mayonnaise. The word ‘best’ is in the brand name of the spread, but it is most definitely not the best food. Not best for you, and not best in taste.
It seems the people who play more fast and loose with language than any other spectrum of society are those people called ‘advertisers.’ We don’t tend to pay much attention to advertisements, but they surround us. Some studies say as many as 3,000 ads a day bombard our senses. You wake up to an ad on your clock radio; the paper during breakfast tells of a sale on slacks; the billboards on your commute flash by on your way to work; spam emails fill your inbox; ads bombard you across the Internet; the magazines at your dentist’s office are at least half-full with ads; watching a bit of television before bed, more ads in between your shows. We are surrounded.
That’s not to say every single ad is a hyperbole wrapped in Comic Sans or voiceover. But who thought it was a good idea to say a certain brand of gum could prevent you from getting a DUI? Or that cereal could mean the difference between life and death for grandma?
Being bombarded with an average of three ads per waking minute of the day, many of them playing fast and loose with language, it bleeds inward. It degrades our sense of what is appropriate. We begin to lose the idea that words mean enough on their own without our help pumping them up to larger and grander things.
Sometimes a taqueria is just a place to eat beans, cheese, rice and tortilla in endless combinations, and that is fine.
Writer: Michael Benson
Location: Sacramento, California
Michael Benson is a writer living in Sacramento. He loves the art of storytelling, from the movie screen to the printed word. He dreams one day of telling his own story that way. And of planting a seed in his backyard, growing a magic beanstalk and kickin’ it with giants.
Kurt Vonnegut had a knack for describing the modern world with pensive eloquence. His approach to writing was delicate and darkly humorous, melancholy yet ablaze with passion. Written ten years prior to his death, the delightfully sardonic Timequake (1997) is an unapologetic and unmitigated dive into the mind of the seventy-four year old writer, clearly aware that he was crafting his last novel. In Timequake Vonnegut doesn’t curtsy. Within the first few pages he quotes his fictional analogue Kilgore Trout, declaring bluntly that “being alive is a crock of shit.” Vonnegut, in his narrative, agrees with Trout, “no one asks to be born in the first place.” The seasoned Vonnegut fan immediately senses his smirk.
Hardly a novel and hardly an autobiography, Timequake can’t be described as having a linear storyline but is rather a potpourri of ideas alternating with a thin plot. The inclusion of runaway personal narratives in Vonnegut’s tales are nothing new to readers, as even his most seminal works like Slaughterhouse-Five use them extensively. Timequake takes this element to the extreme, for long stretches abandoning all story and free-falling into nostalgic ramblings, lovable as they are.
Vonnegut takes no shame in describing his process. He explains that Timequake spawns from a concept that he deems Timequake One, his first draft of the novel that was eventually rejected. The premise: at an unimportant moment, 2:27 p.m. on February 13th 2001, the universe hiccups causing time to leap backward. Unwittingly everyone is forced to relive the last ten years, the resultant lack of free will leaving them as powerless spectators to their decisions and mistakes. The ten year encore expires and free will becomes reinstated again at the moment of the Timequake. The resultant chaos is seen through the eyes of the bumbling Kilgore Trout. The final draft called Timequake Two became a loose extension of the original concept, the process yielding a moony autobiography smattered with plot points from his rejected effort.
Questions regarding the existence of God, the soul, and that pesky free will problem are frequently provoked in his novel. A humanist (belief in ethics and justice while rejecting belief in a deity), Vonnegut presents an intriguing brand of maybe-but-probably-not agnosticism. One would expect that the secular opinions blatant in Timequake would leave the reader feeling somewhat nihilistic, but curiously the opposite occurs. One can’t help but feel a lingering sense of spirituality upon finishing the book. Timequake is whimsical and sprightly, a gentle shrug, a cartoon and lavish pen strokes. Somehow it feels like it was the most appropriate way for Kurt Vonnegut to go out. It is certainly not the typical Vonnegut novel, but really, how much about Vonnegut was typical to begin with?
Writer: Dan Stuart
Location: Ontario, Canada
Dan Stuart hails from southern Ontario, a recent graduate from the University of Guelph. A botanist by day, he has been writing amateur reviews, poetry and prose for several years.
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