Vonneguts books seems to be an essential part of a American litterature. This is what prompted me to read one of his books, as I wanted to learn a bit more about this part of American culture. His books has also been extensively rewieved, so this review is mostly for the benefit of other people that are, as I am, starting to explore his works.

if you are looking for a predecessor to modern sci-fi and/or cyberpunk novels, this is not for you. To me this is a book about our inner lives.

This book is primarily a melancholic investigation of issues of chance, religion, mindlessnes and manipulation. My take on what is investigated, is primarily the meaninglessness of faith and life, and it is by no means a feel-good kind of book.

The book touches and resonates with my own thoughts on these subjects, and leaves me even more sure that, each and everyone of us has a personal obligation to be responsible for our own actions, and direct our hopes, trust and good will towards our fellow human beings, not towards some exclusive belief system that divides people into the right and the wrong people.