I have to say; this book’s ending was disappointing. What could I expect? The author’s style isn’t made for big mind blowing endings. I didn’t imagine a nerve wrecking end we are used to. But I did expect for most mysteries to be solved with a simple sentence at the end. It was ignorant to think so. The last chapters were no change of passé; we learned nothing, just hints to the truth behind the book.
As most nonlinear novels, the book ended as it began. As a reader I have more questions that I had in the beginning. Throughout the chapter we were given more clues on the existence on Kilgore Trout. This solved and created questions. He is indeed a fiction of Billy’s imagination. He created him to have something to hold on to. Of course as most things in this book, we may never know.
What these final chapters really do is: they expose the moral and style. The final moral being death is a cruel thing and there is nothing we can do about it. In chapter 10, Vonnegut writes as if he was in the book. He writes of the death, like of important people like Martin Luther King Jr and soldiers fighting in the Vietnam War. Most of all he takes the topic on a personal level, how he will live on even after his death. The highlight to the ending of the book is the crude style. The pictures and references to sexual encounters are very graphic.
I really enjoyed this book. The references, second meanings, and awesome topics really make this an intrepid novel. “Poo-tee-weet?”
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