Mother Night

A couple days ago we watched Mother Night, which is based on the Kurt Vonnegut book of the same name. It was pretty good, it explored some interesting ideas. The story involves an American living in World War II Germany who becomes a propagandist for the Nazi party for the purpose of passing coded information to the US, and how he comes to terms with that fact that, whatever his intentions were, he did a great service to the Nazis.

I can’t comment on how faithful it is to the book because I last read it something like 15 years ago, but I’d like to re-read it now. The problem is I’ve already got probably 20 books on my to-read list (seriously) and most of these are books I already own. Going out and buying more is the last thing I need to do.

I’m currently reading Lautreamont’s Les Chants de Maldoror. I’m enjoying it, even if it’s taken a couple weeks to get through, mainly because I’ve found that I have to be in the mood for it; it’s not the kind of thing I can just pick up and read any time. It’s pretty intense at times, I’m a little amazed that this was published in 1868. Amazed, that is, not that it was written at all but that someone was willing to publish it at the time. I understand they almost didn’t.