If You Will It, It Is No Dream

I've been plowing through Vonnegut lately. I read Cat's Cradle about a month ago and I thought it was a very solid read, but at that point I really had no idea what I was getting myself into, not even close. I picked up Breakfast of Champions after that, and felt like a new man, like life mattered once again, that there was something worth bothering with and this something was reading Vonnegut. Please read the book. Mike Y can attest that it's a quick read and funny as shit in the sardonic tone that we as a group have adopted. It's also heartfelt in an apocalyptic sort of way - you'll understand when you read it. Right now I'm "re-reading" Slaughterhouse Five, meaning I'm pretty sure I was supposed to read it in high school but never did. I'm almost done and I'm saddened because these are the types of experiences you never want to end. I am taking solace, however, in the fact that there are about 10 other works of his fiction I can bite into, but first, and this is actually what this post is about, I'm going to read a recent release which is pretty much as close as we'll ever get to having a Vonnegut autobiography. The book is called "A Man Without a Country," and it's being touted as an introspective look into Vonnegot the man. I'm not sure if this is good or bad, meaning I hope it's more funny than it is serious (and I'm sure it will be this way, actually). It's about 140 pages, and by the looks of the type settings you'll probably be able to read it in a day. I happened to come across it wasting time in borders, so I took it home for free with their employee book loan (my own personal retail library is pretty awesome, you must admit). I'll post again letting you guys know how I feel about it, but there's probably no need to wait, unless you're going to read Breakfast first.