In what is supposedly his final book, Kurt Vonnegut addresses a wide range of subjects with a combination of wicked wit and boundless imagination, looking at suicide, memory, )deja vu(, the Great Depression, W.W.II and the loss of American eloquence. A beautifully fastidious writer, utterly original and self-made, capable of moving from irony to lament within a sentence. )The Guardian(. It decides to wind the clock back a decade to 1991, making everyone in the world endure ten years of deja-vu and a total loss of free will – not to mention the torture of reliving every nanosecond of one of the tawdiest and most hollow decades.
