I should have done this a while ago, but I finished this book a few weeks ago. Eh, I thought it was all right. This murder which supposedly had a cataclysmic effect of catastrophes on this guys life kind of fell flat in my eyes. I found the character of his father, the failed artist/Hitler sympathizer to be a more compelling character. If anything you get some good recipes (yes as in food) from this book. I'm sure I'm glazing over this a bit (pardon the pun) but I felt there was something missing. From the murder that changed this boys life, to his first and fleeting love, to his short lived success as a playwrite in New York, to his later years as a pharmacist I feel nothing was ever fully expanded on.
Style. The book has that. I don't know if it's just these three Vonnegut books I picked out but they are filled with flashbacks. Rehashing of past events in character's lives told by the narrator in the future. I'm no expert but I have to say no one does this like Vonnegut. Also, I may not be singing the praises of this book, but something about the way Vonnegut writes no other author can make 50, 60 or 100 pages disappear like him. A book which I found mildly interesting at best still kept me compelled enough to not notice time flying while I was reading it. Fluid. Like a colonic.
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