This is a seminal twentieth century book that richochets from Dresden just after it has been annihilated by bombs in World War Two and Billy Pilgrim, a gentle, damaged optometrist who time travels. Vonnegut, while considered a literary genius, still offers up a riotously readable tome, a sharp judgement on war and a trippy response to life post war. One of those ‘should reads’ from the twentieth century. No excuses now compadres.
Vintage 1991, first published 1969