Eccentric Musings (jakaEM)

I remember why I love KV. Such deep compassion for flawed characters, without sacrificing moral integrity but rather, bringing it into even sharper relief.

ETA: I'm not intending to do any kind of review here, but another thing about this book -- and about much of Vonnegut -- is his poignant understanding of loneliness. This book plumbs the depths of the extent to which people will go to find and keep simple companionship, never mind love, in their lives, and how broken we become without it:

" "I've been living alone so long, everything about me's private. I'm surprised anyone's able to understand a word I say." "