So after my fourth book by Vonnegut, it is clear I will read everything else by him as well. So 10 novels to go + a bunch of short fiction.
The weirdness, the humour, the suspense, the not-at-all-subtle criticism of overpopulation, overconsumption of plastic and pollution of nature (in 1973, I must add!).
“The planet was being destroyed by manufacturing processes, and what was being manufactured was lousy, by and large.”
This book was just perfect for my taste, but impossible to describe or review in any way. You just have to read it, to get a picture of it. With a drink at your side, preferably. Or a joint maybe.
Here are some of my favourite pages from the book:
First published in 1971 and my wonderful copy is from 1991.
“The proper ending for any story about people it seems to me,
Vonnegut
since life is now a polymer in which the Earth is wrapped so tightly, should be the same abbreviation, which I now write large
because I feel like it, which is this one: ETC.”