Tengo que decir que este libro me encantó, lo disfruté de principio a fin. No conocía nada de Kurt Vonnegut, este escritor de tendencias izquierdistas que vive en la cumbre del capitalismo, Estados Unidos. En cada página va contando ideas sueltas, cosas que ve mal en este mundo, cosas que vivió y cosas que se deberían cambiar según su punto de vista. Todo ello cargado con una gran ironía y sentido de humor retorcido que hace a uno disfrutar enormemente cada página que lee, incluso sería más divertido, sino fuera que tristemente nos está contando la verdad.
De la contraportada
This is vintage Vonnegut – hilariously funny and razor-sharp as he fixis his gaze on art, politics, himself and the condition of the soul of Ameria today. Written over the last five years in the form of a loose memoir, A Man without a Country is an intimate and tender communication to us all, sometimes desparing, always searching and ultimately wise and compassionate.
‘Vonnegut’s A Man without a Country is pure lat Twain: darkly funny, never less than enraged at corruption and greed, and overflowing with compassion for the powerless. We’ve never needed him more’ – Russell Banks
‘Part memoir, part rant and part joke, Vonnegut’s lastest book is as elusive as it is beguiling. Throught this slim volume, the author walks a fine line between despair over our deteriorating world and a consummate entertainer’s urge to amuse’ – Sunday Times
‘A Man Without a Country is as overtly political a book as Vonnegut has written, a lament for an America that is no longer… it may be as close as Vonnegut ever comes to a memoir’ – Los Angeles Times
