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    Cronomoto

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    El "Cronomoto" es una sacudida en el tiempo, un fenómeno de perturbación en la línea temporal descrito por Kilgore Trout, personaje y a la vez alter ego del propio autor. Este fenómeno se configura como una mezcla, como una ensoñación y un deseo, como una excusa. ¿Novela? ¿Falsa autobiografía? Vonnegut se apoya en el temblor de tiempo para ocuparse de algunos temas que considera fundamentales: el libre albedrío, la familia extensa como base de la felicidad social, el rechazo frontal a la violencia, la búsqueda de un ideario sencillo y realizable para lograr una existencia razonablemente placentera y el amor, sobre todo el amor, como eje de todas y cada una de las actividades humanas. "Cronomoto" es un collage de anécdotas, fragmentos de relatos, recuerdos, impresiones personales.
    LanguageEspañol
    PublisherMALPASO
    Release dateOct 1, 2015
    ISBN9788416420551
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    Kurt Vonnegut

    Kurt Vonnegut was 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 was, as Graham Greene has declared, ""one of the best living American writers.""

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    Reviews for Cronomoto

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    • 3/5
      Too convoluted for me
    • 5/5
      A fascinating and fun blend of fiction and autogiography. I suppose this is not too surprizing, given that Vonnegut's real life is too unbelievable for fiction.
    • 3/5
      Seemed more like a transcript of a monologue than a Vonnegut book
    • 3/5
      TimeQuake seems like Kurt Vonnegut's farewell to his readers. It is not a proper novel at all, but a mish-mash of an idea for a novel, various short stories by his alter-ego, Kilgore Trout, and recollections of Vonnegut's extended family. I listened to the audio version of this book on a long car trip, which was perfect, because there was no long plot to get lost in, merely a series of amusing anecdotes.
    • 4/5
      i just finished this this book. i think that vonnegut is hilarious. this book made me think and wonder why he made this book. it makes me sad that he has passed away : ( this book did confuse me a bit not being able to really follow the time quakes. but still an interesting book. i loved it
    • 2/5
      Not one of his most inspired books, but enjoyable nevertheless. Silly me, I just really like a plot and this didn't have one. Ting-a-ling.
    • 2/5
      Vonnegut would probably describe himself as a likeable old fart. This, his self-proclaimed last novel, was not so endearing. I wondered why, if the world had turned so sour on him, he wanted to tell everyone about it.
    • 2/5
      More like a biography. Not that funny. Repitious. No story, just babbling.
    • 2/5
      Paper-thin plot, but interesting enough in its own mostly-autobiographical way. Poignant and beautiful at times, but Mr. Vonnegut mostly just comes across as curmudgeonly old man. But then I guess he was at this point.
    • 2/5
      Plot: 2 stars
      Characters: 2 stars
      Style: 2 stars
      Pace: 2 stars

      I don't know why I remember liking Vonnegut. I have memories of loving Breakfast of Champions back in college, and thinking Galapagos wasn't half bad. This? Reads more like a rambling digression of a senile person who just wants to humble brag about a dull, limited life. Meh.
    • 2/5
      My least favourite Vonnegut I've read by quite a margin. Some wonderful little bits of writing dotted through (I love the phrase "Clinically bughouse" ) but in general it became a real chore to read, especially when moving away from his own life.
    • 1/5
      I just found this incredibly boring.
    • 4/5
      At turns funny, coarse and profound with Mr. Vonnegut a good companion.
    • 4/5
      I'm not sure exactly what I've just read but I found it enjoyable and engaging and thus a fast read. Some of the autobiographical bits made me feel awkward reading them as they felt fairly intimate and other times I felt like Vonnegut was a crotchety old man yelling to get off his lawn. The book does make me wonder if I'm not officially out to pasture, living daily my own personal little timequake, but at the same time it made me want to make sure each day was low-key positive so I would be unexpectedly pleased to repeat it.
    • 2/5
      Only an author who is very well established and very much respected could get away with having written this book. I've seen it described in various locations (as I read up on it after, trying to understand what the HECK I'd just read) as a "postmodernist shrug" and a "semi-autobiographical stew." The whole book had the feeling of sitting in front of a fire with your greatly aged grandfather and listening to him ramble about his youth, when he's come to a point in life where he can no longer recall for sure which bits of his past are truth and which bits are his past as he wishes it had gone. There were a few really lovely mini-stories, images, and turns of phrase, but if you're looking for a coherent narrative, go pick up a collection of his short stories instead. Those remain, by far, my favorite of his works.
    • 2/5
      Probably my least favorite of Vonnegut's books. It's still okay, but too self-referential and solipsistic. I'm surprised a reference to this book hasn't shown up in Lost yet.... Oh right, Abrams only likes to mention the popular books.
    • 5/5
      Freakin' amazing! If you hate people you need to read this book. Seriously. It will make you hate them more. And enjoy your hatred more. Wow. Seriously. Wow.
    • 2/5

      According to this book's preface, Vonnegut spent the best part of a decade working off-and-on on a novel called Timequake, but just couldn't get it to gel; eventually he gave it up as a bad job and cannibalized the usable bits of it, mixing them up with scattershot bits of memoir and his own folksy philosophical musings. Real-life characters, often members of Vonnegut's own family, mix with fictional characters drawn from the novel - notable his sf-writing alter ego Kilgore Trout - and there's a similar blending of real-life and fictional events. Vonnegut does, quite carefully, indicate which is which in case readers get confused.

      The result is something that its publishers, equally carefully, don't bill as a novel. What it works best as is something that might be regarded as a rambling memoir but to me seems better considered as a snapshot of the interior of a fiction writer's mind while s/he's in the process of reminiscing: it's not that s/he is actually getting confused between real and invented events, just that both types have equal importance and, in a sense, equal validity. There are those mornings when you don't want to/aren't really yet awake enough to get out of bed, while at the same time you're not really asleep, and your mind seems to be wandering not under the control of your conscious impulse, mixing real events with whimsies and speculations and story ideas; that's what this reads like.

      I picked this up in expectation of a time-travel novel, so of course was chagrined to discover its true nature. Even so, I found it entertaining enough, irritatingly trite at times, amusing at others; the usual mix. Some of the many Kilgore Trout short stories that Vonnegut summarizes through the book would make, I think, pretty good Vonnegut stories; a pity he never wrote them. Overall, my verdict's a sort of ho-hum.

      The time-travel premise is pretty yummy, although one can see why Vonnegut had such difficulty constructing a coherent novel from it:

      The timequake of 2001 was a cosmic charley horse in the sinews of Destiny. At what was in New York City 2:27 p.m. on February 13th of that year, the Universe suffered a crisis in self-confidence. Should it go on expanding indefinitely? What was the point?

      It fibrillated with indecision. Maybe it should have a family reunion back where it all began, and then make great big BANG again.

      It suddenly shrunk ten years. It zapped me and everybody else back to February 17th, 1991, what was for me 7:51 a.m., and a line outside a blood bank in San Diego, California.

      For reasons best known to itself, though, the Universe canceled the family reunion, for the nonce at least. It resumed expansion. Which faction, if any, cast the deciding votes on whether to expand or shrink, I cannot say. . . .

      That the rerun lasted ten years, short a mere four days, some are saying now, is proof that there is a God, and that He is on the Decimal System. He has ten fingers and ten toes, just as we do, they say, and uses them when He does arithmetic.

      See what I mean about whimsy?

      Everyone in the world has to relive that decade doing exactly the same as they did on the first runthrough. They have to observe as passengers as they make all the same mistakes, undergo the same joys and tragedies, fall in and out of love with the same suitable or unsuitable people. At the end of the timequake, when the world once more reaches "what was in New York City 2:27 p.m. on February 13th" of 2001, free will is suddenly restored to the human population -- with devastating results. People who were walking or running tend to fall over when unexpectedly finding they have to take charge of their bodies once more; tough luck if you were going down a flight of stairs. Car drivers and plane pilots may find themselves with just moments before disaster to recover their sensibilities; too many of them don't, and so there's considerable carnage. And so on. Kilgore Trout is one of the few to realize what's going on . . .

      A few weeks ago I reread Philip K. Dick's Counter-Clock World, a novel based on a sciencefictional premise that was weird and wonderful and thought-provoking in the best skiffy fashion, yet at the same one that you could see from the outset was almost impossible to transform into a satisfactory novel. Sure enough, Dick wasn't really able to pull off Counter-Clock World. Yet I think I enjoyed his failed attempt more than I did Vonnegut's reaction to the same problem, which was to bottle out of the novel and instead produce this ragbag, however much it intermittently sparkles.
    • 4/5
      The Basics

      In 2001, a timequake hits, which means everyone in the world must relive the last ten years of their life. They can’t change anything, and they have no free will. Though according to Kilgore Trout, that might not be different than things usually are.

      My Thoughts

      This is a very polarizing book among Vonnegut fans, and I can see why. The story of the timequake is not particularly strong. It’s mostly pushed to the wayside and replaced with personal stories from Vonnegut, making it partially autobiographical. Those portions of the book were very strong, heartfelt, interesting, a wonderful peek inside the life of a man I admire a great deal.

      But then he keeps eventually winding his way back to the timequake, which just isn’t quite as engaging, and I think he knew that. He struggled to make it work, but it falls short. There are a lot of clever moments, but resorting to repeating over and over that these characters are just reliving old stuff makes it feel stale. It pays off nicely when the timequake ends, and a lack of choice for so long makes everyone inert, having to be shaken out of intense ennui. But payoff doesn’t totally make up for some shaky spots.

      I think my main problem with mixing his own story with a fictional one is it’s not smooth at all. The transitions are jarring. It feels like two different books mashed together. With things that mostly work, at least for me, but the flow really doesn’t hit the mark.

      This is where a personal journey with a book is so important. All that fussing I just did doesn’t really mean a thing. Because I read this at a time when I needed it so badly. Vonnegut knew this was his last book. He was getting old, and he took this opportunity to talk about aging. Part of getting older is losing people, because everyone around you is getting older, too. So there are some bits in here about losing people he loved and how that made him feel.

      At first I thought that would be too heavy for me, because I recently lost someone very close to me. It turned out to be the best thing for me, because if there is anything that draws me to Vonnegut, it’s his world view. So even though it was an uneven tale with some choppy parts, this book spoke to me. I can’t ask for more than that.

      Final Rating

      4/5
    • 3/5
      "We are here on Earth to fart around. Don't let anybody tell you any different!"Timequake is not up to the standard of Vonnegut's earlier novels, and he knew it. Having read this book shortly after I read Palm Sunday, I found it very repetitive. He hits on similar themes in a lot of his books, and this one is no different. But repeating the same anecdotes, almost word-for-word? Well... it's still Vonnegut and it still put a melancholy smile on my face. I'm glad he was still farting around in his 70s.
    • 3/5
      There were maybe a dozen moments when I was laughing out loud with this book. Vonnegut has some fantastic criticisms of our society. However, I didn't enjoy the rambling, almost thought-flow style of the book. It's also extremely repetitive which was a conscious device, I'm certain, but for me it didn't add anything. I enjoyed Slaughterhouse Five, so I'm going to try another Vonnegut book before I decide if I love him or just respect him.
    • 5/5
      "Later work" often means "lesser work," but not in Vonnegut's case. Timequake reminded me of every reason I love Vonnegut. It was funny and sad, and occasionally bordered on mind-blowing. The passages about writing make it particularly enjoyable for those who like to write.
    • 3/5
      This isn't a typical novel, but then Vonnegut wasn't a typical novelist. I've only read a handful of his books, but many don't have much of a plot, and the author himself is frequently a character. And he was ... a character, that is. I didn't know him, of course, but from his writing I sense a man of strong opinion and deep dismay about what people sometimes do. War was one of the big ones because he'd served in a big one. He had first hand knowledge of what they were like. Promoted as necessary, honorable, and glorious by those who start them, they were (and continue to be) just premeditated ways of spreading death, destruction, and misery. He was, perhaps, more of a disillusioned idealist than a cynic.

      If you approach Timequake as a typical novel, you'll probably be dissatisfied. It's primarily an autobiography liberally splashed with history and personal commentary loosely tied together with illustrative fictional anecdotes. But it is entertaining. It is informative. It may not be a great novel, but it is a good book.
    • 3/5
      This isn't really a novel but an autobiographical ramble mixed with snippets about the timequake. Vonnegut fans will enjoy it especially the reemergence of SciFi writer Kilgore Trout (Vonnegut's alter-ego). Kilgore's prescription for PTA (Post Timequake Apathy) is the recurring theme: "You were sick, but now you are well again, and there is work to do."
    • 4/5
      This is Mr. Vonnegut's last book - half science fiction, half biography, done in a way that only Vonnegut can do. First - it shouldn't work. But it does. With short, pragmatic paragraphs, that get straight to the point - its an easy read with deep undertones.
    • 1/5
      Mr. Vonnegut has delved into the territory of the cranky old man.
    • 2/5
      This book starts out with an interesting premise, but fails to deliver. The universe gets tired of expanding, and begins to contract. It resets itself 10 years into the past, and everyone has to live the 10 years over, exactly as they lived it before, with no chance to change. It's just on autopilot. Unfortunately, the book tends to ramble, and loses the story in what might be autobiographical bits and various rambling, unconnected thoughts of the author. This could have worked, and did in places, but not consistently. And somewhere around the middle of the book, the author develops a most annoying habit of repeating phrases ad nauseum, apparently deciding they were so witty they needed to be said for every character that came through and in every chapter, or just getting the idea that something was funny. The worst of it was the incessant repeating of what the author once said was "his favorite joke" - leading it to be repeated 90 times a day by everyone following his death. And he said it about a dozen times in this novel. This would not be viable even if it had been genuinely funny the first time it was said. Good points about the book: the appearance of Kilgore Trout. The use of oddball imagery and strange situations that the author is known for. An intriguing premise.