First I must admit I forced myself to read this book because of all the lauding around. The story is a kind of written cartoon that I don't know how to consider. All is too simple, too black and white, too unbelievable... All protagonists are freaks. Paradoxically, the most human person may be the Tralfamadorian machine. So what can be made out of all those words? A fable, a satire, an allegory, or even a parable? All of these, none of those? I can only say the message KV intended to convey didn't touch me. Books by KV make me think of abstract works of art that many people enjoy contemplating. I just had a quick look and went away to gaze at more friendly artists.