I read Vonnegut’s first book and loved his talent for storytelling. I watched a documentary on his life and fell in love with him as a person. The author himself, really, really interests me. This is my 4th Vonnegut novel and honestly, as a book lover, I’m mad at myself for not liking it more.
I stand for what Vonnegut stands for… which is essentially nothing. That’s what I think of. He stands for free will of people. To ensure people aren’t suppressed from being whoever they are… Which I’m sure somewhere in this book that point is made, but honestly, I was too annoyed to get it.
I know he has a round about way of making his point but this book took things a bit too far…. a bit too out of the circle.
I wrote a note while reading… ‘boy book?’ I’m not sure if it’s because I dont enjoy 8th-grade-level humor or what, but this book wasn’t funny to me. I started ‘getting it’ about 3/4 the way through but by then I was already exhausted. I felt immense relief when it was over with.
I will say, I’m glad I read it. I will continue on with my Vonnegut reading as, to me, he is an important author that really said something and I’d like to hear his thoughts. Do I really think that or does the book snob in me make me feel like I think that. Who knows. Read at your own risk.
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