Status Updates From Slapstick

Haven’t been reading as much as I’d like to last few days, Thanksgiving weekend really got in the way. But I’m enjoying the absurdity of this story a lot, and the emotional connection is starting to form fully for me. I don’t think this is one of my favorite Vonnegut books, but it’s definitely better and more enjoyable than Player Piano!

I’m enjoying the whimsically absurd story a lot, but I’m not exactly sure what point Vonnegut is trying to make with this book. It definitely feels personal based on the prologue, but all the mentions of Nixon and the Chinese shrinking themselves leads me to believe there’s something I’m missing. But I will just not focus on that and enjoy the ride.

Did Kurt Vonnegut lowkey predict the “male loneliness epidemic”? (This is a joke I swear)