the copy of this book i read was dusty and old and smelled wonderful, like a dark library. this was also the first vonnegut book i ever read. and i have to say: not that impressed. yeah, i know, he's vonnegut. whatever. it was just that i wanted more on the island, more of the "oh shit the world just ended", less preacherish insight from a ghost with a voyeurism problem. although i did find most of it insightful.
in other words, less tell, more show.