Victor Hugo was a madman who thought he was Victor Hugo
— Jean Cocteau
Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
In my opinion this is a literary masterpiece. The genius of the writing, where reality and the book blur, is something I've never experienced in a book before. I was taken on a mental trip where reality seemed unstable for a moment. On the back of the book, the New York Times has said "Vonnegut performs considerable complex magic...he very nearly levitates", and I couldn't agree more. The book is about Dwayne Hoover car salesman, all-round respected guy, his descent into madness and his eventual meeting of the great science fiction writer Kilgore Trout. I'm not sure how much else...