I began this book with uncertainty. I couldn't decided whether I liked Vonnegut's style or whether I hated its dry humor. I apporached the plot with morbid curiosity. The protagonist is a trainwreck, and I couldn't tear myself away from the book. it seems that this is the authors intention. I was uncomfortable watching Mr. Rosewater's life fall apart, until I realized that Rosewater enjoyed it. He is a an insane philanthropist, iresponsible with his money. But by the end of the book their is so much more to it. I realize that he never wanted to be responsible with his money. Further, I felt that the human response to wealth was disturbing in this book. The philanthropist was taking from the greedy and giving to the greedy. Rosewater was the only truly charitable character in hte book. By the end I was wondering if he really was crazy or if he was naive to the extreme. I really want to read more books by this author.