Slaughterhouse 5

by Kurt Vonnegut, 1969.

I'm falling way behind in my avowed intention to write up all the books and movies I'm subjected to. Primarily for my own benefit, rather than yours, here the first of a flurry of quick annotations that I'll never otherwise get around to. This fell off the shelf into my hands once more upon the news of his death in April. So it goes.

Still touching and funny and brilliant. 8/10.