Campbell, the first-person narrator of the novel, says that he expects neither understanding nor sympathy for his actions. At the same time he is very surprised about how easy it had fallen to him to put the masses with its hate speech in ecstasy: "I had photoshoped, as a broadcaster, to be Merely ludicrous, but this is a hard world to be ludicrous in, with so many human beings so reluctant to laugh, so incapable of thought, so eager to believe and snarl and hate. So many people wanted to believe me! " (160). There are just such universal observations like this that make you think a limited to the horizon of any Coleur fundamentalists.
Is Campbell a liar who wants to but only wash away the sins of his past, or at least the victim of a Agentenintrige who sacrifices himself for his country? Whatever the reader may answer this question for themselves, it is or leave it. What impresses is definitely Vonnegut's ability to represent with his brutal-dry humor the horror of war and the depths of the human psyche. All those who were inspired by Slaughterhouse-Five will also be "Mother Night," her joy.