Tom MacWright

I read Breakfast of Champions by Kurt Vonnegut Jr. on


I’m having a hard time deciding whether I liked this book less than the rest of Vonnegut’s, or such time has passed since my Vonnegut phase that I wouldn’t like others either anymore. Regardless, it didn’t click: the ratio of insight to connecting narrative seemed off, such that the book felt like a disjointed series of one-liners.