A review by mattycakesbooks
Palm Sunday: An Autobiographical Collage by Kurt Vonnegut

4.0

This may be the least polished Vonnegut book I've ever read. In it, he's clearly still feeling raw about several things: about his mother's suicide, about the falling apart of his marriage, about the loss of his ex-wife and daughters to religion, about his bad reviews, about the censorship of his books, about his family's response to his "obscene" use of language, about his son's crack-up, etc. It makes it one of the least impressive but most interesting of his books.

(Also, he's too hard on Slapstick, which is not a bad book.)