Breakfast of Champions

By chance, I picked up Kurt Vonnegut's novel today and glanced through it: Juvenile crap.

It's not that everything he says is wrong, although he has a very one-sided presentation.

It's that he doesn't even present it as a novelist. He presents it as an angry thirteen-year-old trashing his bedroom.

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