Le Cri de l'engoulevent dans Manhattan désert

Vonnegut's humor cuts deep into how modern life isolates us. I wonder if he was commenting on specific trends during his time or more timeless concerns.

The book shifts between absurdity and poignancy seamlessly, but I was curious whether this balance resonated differently with other readers.

The characters' struggles with loneliness seem central to the story. I'm interested in whether this was meant as a critique or a reflection of real societal issues.