By Christian Viveros-Fauné
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Of all the volumes on the Vonnegut backlist, one consistently eluded me: Canary in a Cat House, the author's third book, a collection of stories that had appeared in 1961 as a paperback original and was long out of print. Of the book's 12 pieces, 11 had been reanthologized in Welcome to the Monkey House, so the only point in owning the earlier work was if you were a completist, which, I was discovering, I was. The more I thought about Canary in a Cat House, the more it bothered me that I couldn't find it; the more I couldn't find it, the more I looked. At 12 and a half, I knew nothing of rare-book dealers, but every time I stepped inside a bookshop, I'd head for the Vs, where I would brush my fingers across the familiar spines (The Sirens of Titan, Cat's Cradle, Slaughterhouse-Five), as if I might will Canary in a Cat House into being. Sometimes I'd ask about the book, but only once did anyone discuss it with me, at the old Womrath's bookstore on Madison Avenue, a few blocks from my house. The man who ran the place had a salt-and-pepper beard and spoke with a sibilance so lush it sounded like he was rolling grapes in his mouth. When I mentioned the title, I saw him look at a co-worker, lips creasing in a vague half-grin.
"Do you know what a cathouse is, son?" he asked, not unkindly. I could sense something beneath the surface of the conversation, but I couldn't say what it was. For a moment, we looked at each other; then I shook my head.
I remember going flush as if the entire situation, like the adult world itself, was just beyond my grasp.
The same, of course, could be said of Canary in a Cat House, which over the next 30 years became a kind of personal holy grail. Although it continued to be elusive, I couldn't help keeping an eye out, no matter where I was. In chain stores, I would scan the shelves as if a copy might have landed there by accident; on Cape Cod, where my family went during the summer (and where Vonnegut lived for nearly two decades), I haunted yard sales and thrift shops, sifting through old paperbacks as if mining ore. Once I looked Vonnegut up in the phone book. He wasn't listed, but his wife wasI never had the nerve to call.
In the meantime, I read each new Vonnegut title and added more ephemera to my collection: first editions, mostly, with a few rarities, notably Sun Moon Star, a children's book he published in 1980. On occasion, I imagined reconstructing Canary in a Cat House, especially after the 1999 release of Bagombo Snuff Box, a volume of uncollected short fiction that included "Hal Irwin's Magic Lamp," the "missing" 12th story from the book. I even had a close call with the real thing in a late-1990s phone conversation with the writer Harlan Ellison, who told me he had three copies and might be persuaded to part with one. I felt my breath catch as he went to check his library, but when he came back, it was to admit he'd been mistaken; he only had a single copy, after all.
Then about a year ago, I did a Google search. (In retrospect, it seems odd I hadn't tried before.) There among the bibliographies and fan sites was a book dealer in Australia who claimed to have the paperback for sale. I sat, amazed, as my computer screen slowly filled with the cover: first the title, followed by a burst of copy ("Off the top of his headthe short, wild fantasies of one of America's most imaginative young writers, the author of Player Piano and The Sirens of Titan"), and finally a multicolored face composed of images from the stories, with a rocket for a nose and a caged canary making up the iris of one eye. I laughed at the characterization of Vonnegut as a young writer, since he was over 80, although when Canary in a Cat House came out, he'd been younger than I was now. Mostly, however, I remember a sensation like shock, as if I were in the presence of a legend, something that, despite my pursuit, I had never quite believed. Quickly, I sent an e-mail to the dealer. Two weeks and $75 later, Canary in a Cat House arrived.