drewrios

This is one of those books that has always fallen through the cracks of my literary life — always on my radar as something I clearly should read, never actually on my bookshelf. When a friend of mine recently included a copy in a pile of books she dropped off for me during my recent extended illness, I figured it must be a sign... The uniqueness of Vonnegut's genius has always astounded me. I daresay being personally close to him must have been an adventure, both good and bad. In any case, his writings never fail to take my breath away with their combination of insight and creativity. In the first chapter, Vonnegut openly grapples with how one could possibly write about the horrors of wartime atrocities like the bombing of Dresden. He then proceeds to give the reader just about the weirdest novellic journey imaginable. And at the end, you think to yourself, yes, that was exactly how to do it, indeed, the only way to do it. In short, a classic for a reason. In truth, a masterpiece.

2020-09-09 03:17