I love Vonnegut. He wrote Slaughter House Five, which I believe is the only book that I’ve read more than once. I used to read one of his books every year on his birthday as it is my birthday too. So I almost gave Player Piano, his first novel (1952), 3-stars just because it’s Vonnegut. But while it had its moments, I didn’t enjoy it much. A bit dated and pedantic, and the ending isn’t hopeful or interesting. When I’d finished I even retread the last few pages thinking I’d maybe missed some final interesting point or idea. But nope, it just sort of ended. But if Kurt had to write this in order to write all the great ones, all is forgiven.