Either this guy is an immaculate genius, or he labors his prose to the bone; it is ridiculously so simple to read, but what a read! You're halfway through Easily before the realization seeps in fact this is a hell of a ride you're going on, you have no clue what'll happen next, but look back and all you see is perfect necessity. You're in a maelstrom of whirling bits of dazzling color, apparently unrelated, and Before Your Very Eyes They start to fit together in ways unimaginable and faster than you can grasp. The beauty and the terror just keep building up until your eyes start to tear with the unbearableness of it all. God, how it all fits together! The laughter strangled in my throat again and again Because it was beyond funny. You can not even call it tragic any more. There are no words in the English language with enough of Their original intensity left to describe what Vonnegut Achieves with this book, at least for me. He does it perfectly, inimitably. Your vision is stretched so severely, your heart load so with emotions with no name, you find yourself mute. Which is frustrating, Because The First Thing You Want to do is evangelise about your newfound amounted in humanity and great things like that, to deaf people eagerly armed with sharp, sharp pins.
