Title: Man Without a Country
Author: Kurt Vonnegut
Publisher: Seven Stories Press, 2005
Rating: 2 stars
A friend of a friend lent me his cherished copy of Man Without a Country recently. He is a huge fan of Vonnegut’s work and after a short discussion where I basically said I can’t stand anything by K.V., this guy was like have you read Man Without a Country?! It WILL change your mind. Probably.
Anyway, if someone gives me a book to read with a strong recommendation, I’m going to give it the good ole college try. But I REFUSE to continue reading a book I don’t like solely because it’s a classic or because I’m supposed to like it. This is the reason that I only read about half of Slaughter House Five and less than half of Cat’s Cradle.
Man Without a Country is Vonnegut’s late-life rants about random stuff that makes him upset or happy. So, this is what I got from the 100 pages that I read: K.V. likes Mark Twain (me too!), is convinced we are all going to kill off the human population in the next 50 years (I agree that this is possible), thinks that human beings are basically the scum of the Earth, and he doesn’t consider himself a “Science Fiction” writer.
Don’t get me wrong, he can be funny. Some parts of the book I was like *chuckle* you’re totally right! However, the stories don’t really relate to one another, so it’s more like you’re listening to your archaic grandpa talk about the good old days—he keeps interrupting himself with smoking-induced-emphysematic coughing and forgetting what he was talking about. And you’re like what IS the point?? Oh, that my generation is completely worthless. Gotcha.
Overall it was way to depressing to finish reading. Also Vonnegut’s voice is SO pretentious. I felt that way reading the other two books by him and I don’t think it’s going to change. We are just not friends. Sorry Kurt, I really wanted to like this book.