I just finished reading The Sirens Of Titan, my virginal Vonnegut book, which I expected to be some kind of life-changing experience. Perhaps I was expecting too much from it.
It’s a good book, certainly, but not the greatest book I’ve ever read, nor a book that changed my outlook on anything. Maybe it’s the kind of book that takes a while for the message to sink in. I’ve heard that people need to read Vonnegut books several times before they grasp the beauty of them, and I hope that’s true. With any luck I’ll read this post again in a few years time and think, “You ignorant fool!”
I did particularly like the final line, though. It must be very hard to write something that’s simultaneously touching and depressing.