Mark Vonnegut’s new edition of previously unpublished Kurt Vonnegut writings, Armageddon in Retrospect, is out today, and I caught Kurt’s son at a reading/book signing at the Barnes and Noble in Tribeca, New York City a few hours ago tonight. Because I’ve read the book Mark Vonnegut had written himself in 1975, The Eden Express: A Memoir of Insanity, I was as interested in hearing from him as I was in seeing this book of new material.
Eden Express described the turbulent mental landscape Kurt’s son travelled during the hippie era, joining a commune, watching his father get famous, and ending up in a mental hospital. When Eden Express was published in 1975 it was billed as “a memoir of schizophrenia”, but the current edition explains that the diagnosis of schizophrenia is more strictly defined today, and that Mark Vonnegut’s illness would now be classified as manic-depressive (which is less severe).
He’s now sixty-something, a medical doctor, with a bright and sincere speaking style that easily wins over the large Barnes and Noble crowd. He seems highly contented, proud of his family, and proud of his career as a medical doctor. He shares his father’s thickly hooded eyes, though he is clean-shaven and his slicked-back hair bears no resemblance to Kurt’s curly Aryan-fro.
The words he read tonight were heartfelt — you can read them in the new book — and there were a few moments when he suddenly maniacally laughed and we got a glimpse of the unhinged protaganist of Eden Express for a moment or two. And, certainly, a glimpse of the enigmatic son of Billy Pilgrim in Slaughterhouse-Five as well.
I’ve said before that you may be able to judge a writer by his or her children. If so, then this modest literary son is yet another credit (as if more were needed) to the great career of Kurt Vonnegut.
(I’ll be reviewing Armageddon in Retrospect soon for another publication. And, once again, I apologize for my continuing work as the worst cell-phone photographer in New York City.