Status Updates From Slaughterhouse-Five

I love Pynchon-y Ginsburg-y writers that want to trap you in their bubbling cartoon cauldron brains and make you bounce around in chaotic orbit until you can't quite explain but can feel where you're going and why. I'm not there yet with Vonnegut, nor with any of the authors I mentioned, but I'm getting there and, meanwhile, enjoying the trip.