After getting pushed down on my "to read" list for many years, I finally picked up a Vonnegut. It read very easily, more like a magazine article than a novel, perhaps a novelette. 
 This is a good novel to read after reading Rhodes' "The Making of the Atomic Bomb," as this is essentially the fiction companion to that. It's not about making the bomb, though, it's about scientists and their relationship with the rest of us, with some jabs at jingoism along the way. 
 The author's hatred of women was distasteful, but then he doesn't seem to like men that much either. Perhaps one cannot blame this attitude on someone who witnessed the aftermath of the bombing of Dresden firsthand. Certainly Ambrose Bierce, another war spawned hater of man, deserves a pass. Primo Levi, though, is the better writer. 
 While the fake religion of Bokononism is grating, it's also light and playful. In general this was an enjoyable read, although, as stated, the misogynist viewpoint doesn't age well.