Title: Cmon
Product review: It's unfortunate that grumpy old men are unaware of their grumpiness. I read and loved the three Vonnegut novels I read up until this point; Slaughterhouse Five, Cat's Cradle and Breakfast of Champions. But when you become a cynic without a story, it's best you leave your complaining to the grandchildren. This self indulgent novel which ostensibly asks, is anything really important, just rambles on like the years that have passed throughout this aging author's life. Die-hard Vonnegut fans will likely point out to the five or six witty paragraphs and urge prospective buyers to purchase. I had this novel in my house for a long time, however, I did not read it because I heard rumors that it was a capper novel, desert for the fan the wasn't full after reading his other works. This is desert for the man that doesn't stop eating, regardless of how junky the food is. Read his other stuff because it's great literature and there is copious amounts to scurrage through.
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