Finished 9-4-17, rating 4.5/ 5, classic fiction, 191 pages, pub. 1963
Told with deadpan humour & bitter irony, Kurt Vonnegut’s cult tale of global destruction preys on our deepest fears of witnessing Armageddon &, worse still, surviving it …
Dr Felix Hoenikker, one of the founding ‘fathers’ of the atomic bomb, has left a deadly legacy to the world. For he’s the inventor of ‘ice-nine’, a lethal chemical capable of freezing the entire planet. The search for its whereabouts leads to Hoenikker’s three ecentric children, to a crazed dictator in the Caribbean, to madness. Felix Hoenikker’s Death Wish comes true when his last, fatal gift to humankind brings about the end, that for all of us, is nigh… from Goodreads
I haven’t read Vonnegut since Slaughterhouse-Five in college, a book I disliked. So, imagine my surprise when I found myself charmed by this one. The father of the hydrogen bomb made something even more deadly and, left in the hands of his three children, the fate of the world is in peril. John, a writer and our narrator, finds himself drawn into the lives of these offspring and sent on an adventure that would leave the world changed forever. This book was a hoot in its absurdity, but pointed in its observations of humanity. Vonnegut has won me over.
This was my 13th selection for the Classics Club and I have until January 1, 2020 to get to 50. I am woefully behind!