Good ole Vonnegut.

Another novel of a sci-fi fiction where  no crevice is without black humor. Slapstick is about two Neanderthal siblings – Wilbur (main character and protagonist) and Eliza Swain- who were born out of the wealthy womb of present society. Deemed as anomalies, we venture with Wilbur as we partake on a fascinating tale as he writes down memoirs as the President of the United States in his decaying refuge, The Empire State Building.

Being a black humor novel, it partakes on a fictional path towards discussing the tropes that rely within our society. Whether it be discussions of war, wealth, political power, prejudice, and structure, there seems to be no main critique of American society that goes unhindered.

I enjoyed this book more as a story of fiction with the occasional doses of reflections of society. This is a strength that Vonnegut has. Though, on occasion the book rather slips off and the boisterous commotion that you follow can get quite confusing. I had countless times of re-reading or scratching my head in wonder to what is actually going on. One particular moment was when him and his sister have a ‘meeting’ within the mansion upon the later days of their life and, well, it’s difficult to decipher what they had actually done as the concept of the ordeal is somewhat sporadic… To say the least.

Regardless, I enjoyed reading the novel, it has all things that make a novel interesting and thoughtful. You learn and consciously laugh at the developments of current society, to which provides a degree of substance to the fictional work. So pick up this book and dwell in a dystopian-like world to which we follow the memoirs of Wilbur Swain.

Jolly Good