This is Vonnegut’s best book and a great anti-war novel that somehow manages to not quite be an anti-war novel (at least in the traditional sense). It is funny and witty; it is also devastating in a sort of oblique way. Vonnegut describes the world as it is, as it should be, and as it seems to be. He does not argue that we should change the world or “make the world a better place” (that would be too much), nor does he argue that we should accept the world as it is (that would be too easy); instead, he shows us how absurd the world really is and thus how wonderful and how tragic it is.