Deadeye Dick.

I think this must be the the first Kurt Vonnegut I have ever read, and I’m kicking myself that I’ve misspent almost 50 years. I loved this book. His writing is so pointed, sarcastic, and economical — the ideas slide into the grooves of my brain like a clean, well-oiled Springfield rifle. I don’t recall another writer whose words so closely aligned with how my brain functions.

I can’t wait to pick up another of his books.