I read this at the suggestion of a friend. If not for that I would not have bothered to finish it. I found it dull, unfunny, repetitive, and not very imaginative. I understood the satire, I got the absurdism, and the self-insertion didn't confuse me, but I found nothing in the book to like. I suppose in 1973 it might have been considered cutting edge, but the last 40 years have left it reading like a third rate knock-off of what I expected a Vonnegut novel to be.