There haven't been any writers like Kurt Vonnegut. Many have imitated him, but only he knew how to make a satire that explored American capitalism and indulgence in such absurd and simple language. With "Breakfast of Champions," he created a text that was audacious in spite of its soporific formatting as it explored a world where humanity was now mostly robots and the two people who navigated the world noticed the crumbling world around them. What the book lacks incoherent plot, it more than makes up for with an entertaining look into madness, finding Vonnegut exploring just what it means to be an artist, and how the world's miseries shouldn't keep him from trying to produce art.
