God, I love Vonnegut. I heard someone, I don’t remember who, describe him as “that weird, eccentric uncle that gives really great advice” and that always stuck with me. And it is amazing that he can make such great novels that are so direct, to the point of beating you over the head, in their themes and symbolism. Like one book that was about the inequality and violence of capitalism, where the protagonist was named Eugene Debs, and the setting was an extremely elite school right next to a giant prison.

Or In the meme language:

“The curtains were blue and a product of the exploitation of the proletariat”

What the author meant: “the curtains were blue and a product of the exploitation of the proletariat”

If you have the time, read this banger of a commencement speech he gave. Vonnegut despised the US.

Vonnegut truly was a treasure.