I liked the book because it really made me work hard for an ending that I didn’t know was going to be rewarding (and I am nothing if not constantly trying to subvert a Protestant work ethic.) I was not very convinced while I was slogging halfway through Part II, but it definitely turns around once some of the shenanigans begin. It makes so much sense he studied under Vonnegut, and the book also confirms that I’ve got to get around to reading Tom Robbins. I have a soft spot for this whole strange genre—of middle American men writing dark and often concupiscent comedies in the backdrop of war. Irving has a way of writing with would-be platitudes that are not only very playful but turn out to be rather profound as well, which I enjoyed very much. If the book would have been a little more snatched and fast moving he might be a strong contender for knocking Vonnegut off of my favorite authors podium.