Spoiler Alert - this review might give away some of the storylines
I was ambivalent about reading this book. These are stories that Kurt Vonnegut wrote during his lifetime but chose to leave unpublished. Vonnegut was a stickler for perfection in his writing so he might have decided these stories were not good enough to be printed or that they needed some more editing before they were. So, on the one hand I wondered if reading these stories that his estate chose to publish posthumously was disrespectful to an author whose writing I greatly admire. On the other hand, to throw away the opportunity to read anything that Vonnegut wrote, even if it was merely a shopping list, would be a travesty.
Hopefully Vonnegut will forgive me for I found this book to be full of excellent writing and wonderfully cutting, insightful, and satirical works. As I have said before, Kurt Vonnegut’s satire of American life cuts to the core of our society. His insight and wit on one hand seem comical and on the other terrifyingly truthful.
From the first line of the first story Vonnegut’s impressive skills are evident. “The Summer had died peacefully in its sleep, and Autumn, as soft-spoken executrix, was locking life up safely until Spring came to claim it.”
The themes of these fourteen stories cover an extensive range of the human experience. In the first story, Confido, a mild mannered man has happened upon an invention that will make him rich and famous but his wife is not sure he should reveal it to the world. The second story, Fubar, is about a man whose life is a clear case of fouled up beyond all recognition (thank Vonnegut for the PG version of this acronym). The third, Shout About It From The Housetops, centers around a woman who has written a masterful, loving ode to her husband, only to find its publication results in his being fired and the two of them ostracized by their community. The fourth, Ed Luby’s Key Club, revolves around the age old question of which succeeds in this world - goodness and honesty or self-centeredness and deceit. The fifth, A Song for Selma, poses the question of what is genius and how does one recognize it in one’s self or others. The sixth, Hall Of Mirrors, is a fascinating tale of deception that weaves back and forth more than an intricate oriental rug. The seventh, The Nice Little People, is a story about extraterrestrials that only Vonnegut could come up with. The eighth, Hello Red, is a grippingly honest story about love, deception, and parenthood. The ninth, Little Drops Of Water, is a story of a woman’s power and revenge against a self-centered lover. The tenth, The Petrified Ants, is a story from the old days of the USSR under Stalin. The eleventh, The Honor Of A Newsboy, is a Norman Rockwell painting as written by Vonnegut. The twelfth, Look At The Birdie, is about a murder counselor, of sorts. The thirteenth, King and Queen of the Universe, poses the question of whether the rich have any morality. And the fourteenth, is a painful but honest story of a woman getting back at a man who has wronged her.
Some of these stories are excellent, a few less so, and a couple that Vonnegut definitely would have reworked before putting them into print. However, even the least of these stories gives a glimpse of the genius of Kurt Vonnegut.