One of his finest

I've read lots of Vonnegut and frankly I thought this what one of his lesser works. Boy, was I wrong. Here we have Vonnegut at his most focused on a long time, tearing off page after page thatwill make you laugh and stop and think at the sametime. The story is Basically The Autobiography of an obscure artist character in Breakfast of Champions, but here he turns into someone you might think Rabo is real, so does his humor and pain cascade off the page. He bounces tradition Back and Forth between his past and his present at his mansion where he just wants to be left alone, in the great Vonnegut (and he does not need time travel this time out), comparing and contrasting the worst moments of his life with the best and trying to figure out what it all means. To me, this is one of Vonnegut's most human novels, his sense of satire and wit are quiet apparent and sharp but the Entire story is not devoted to Vonnegut making some barbed point about us and society as a whole, it's there but there's more time put into having get to know someone who might live Rabo has down the street from us. I devoured this book and found myself satisified, even the long anticipated Secret of What Lies in the potato barn was well worth the suspense (and it really is), this is the most fun I've had with a Vonnegut book in longtime. Probably one of his more obscure works, it deserves to be read alongwith his other classics. It may not reach Those peaks but it comes darn close.