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“’Anything interesting happen at work today, Honeybunch?’
‘Yes. My bomb is going to work just great. And how are you doing with that kid with chicken pox?’”
Not many people come to a Vonnegut novel expecting an orthodox or conventional set-up, and I am glad to say that this strayed well off the conventional beaten path. In a way this isn’t exactly the easiest book to review, to sum it up I would say it is like falling into a random, drunken conversation with an older guy you met in the pub, who starts a conversation along the lines of ‘We’re all doomed!’ but you can’t drag yourself away.
“That computer, wherever it is, whatever it is, while pretending to help us, may actually be trying to kill us dummies with too much to think about.”
This is a heady and surreal cocktail of autobiography, philosophy as well as political and social commentary and even some fiction thrown into the mix. The kind that had me putting in phrases like “Hitler Bunker Bingo Party” into my search engine. This is a book that is as dark as your grandfather’s attic and just as compelling.