This slim volume is distilled Vonnegut––and there is no one else quite like him. I have always thought of Kurt as a people’s champion: for having the wit to clear away the damage of lies, for deep, dark humour, for kindness.
He points out how humanity is racing to its own extinction and shrugs, knowing we are too foolish to halt our self-destruction. The best hope, he seems to say, is that we have some fun along the way, in which case we might just forget what we were doing and leave off the madness. And if not, well, “so it goes.” Comments are closed.
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