Reviewed by Sarah, 4/10/15
This is not one of Vonnegut’s best known titles, but it deserves just as much attention as Slaughterhouse Five, Cat’s Cradle, and any of the others. If you like stories about well-meaning people who do terrible things out of ignorance, this is it! What do I mean by terrible things? Try the boy narrator who fires a gun out his folk’s upstairs window as a celebration of his burgeoning manhood only to find that he just accidentally killed the pregnant neighbor lady, nailing her right between the eyes. Now he’s forever known to his community as “Deadeye Dick.” If this makes you laugh rather than cry, you’re a Vonnegut reader. The dark comedy of this novel is offset at times by a surprising warmth and gentleness regarding humanity. It’s as though Vonnegut is assessing all of our human fallibility and laughing with us at its absurdity. Essentially, this is some of the best fiction I’ve read and I’m a pretty persnickety reader.
