Slapstick by Kurt Vonnegut
(from the back of the book)
Slapstick presents an apocalyptic vision as seen through the eyes of the current King of Manhattan (and last President of the United States), a wickedly irreverent look at the all-too-possible results of today’s follies. But even the end of life-as-we-know-it is transformed by Kurt Vonnegut’s pen into hilarious farce – a final slapstick that may be the Almighty’s joke on us all.
Right from the start you are introduced to a world that does not make any sense. But as the narrator tells his story you start to pick up pieces and it’s fun to try and put them all together. It is an odd story, told by a man that tends to ramble on a bit so things sometimes seem random. And it goes back and forth between the present and the past. So the whole thing ended up having a loosely plotted feel to it. Like an old man telling a story just as it comes to him. Which is what the story is supposed to be. But I wish things hung together a little tighter. I enjoyed reading it. It was interesting and a quick read. But then it was over right when I thought it was actually heading somewhere in particular. It was a fun way to spend a couple of hours but I’m glad this wasn’t the first Vonnegut book that I read or I probably wouldn’t have read any others.