Palm Sunday by Kurt VonnegutMy rating: 3 of 5 stars
This grab=bag of Vonnegut as avuncular American wit and curmudgeon contains some of the addresses to convocations found in If This Isn't Nice, What Is?: Advice for the Young, sad words on the bigot-shadow of Jack Kerouac, lauding reviews of Louis-Ferdinand Céline, self-reviews which gives this a "C" (I agree) and much too much, IMO, genealogy material on the Vonnegut forebears. Some parts that stand out are his adoration for the lyrics of The Statler Brothers and how he continued to exchange letters with convicted murderer Tony Coast.
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