Editorial Reviews. Review. “[Vonnegut] at his wildest best.”—The New York Times Book Review “A brilliantly funny satire on almost everything.”—Conrad Aiken. Kurt Vonnegut’s God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater is an outrageous and savagely funny fantasy about people, their pleasures, pains and. An analysis of Kurt Vonnegut’s newest novel really requires the Getting back to matters literary: can “God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater” be.

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In this novel, he’s an embarrassment to his family, a disappointment to his wife, but he’s trying to find his own way of doing things; he’s just trying to be kind, even if it makes everyone around him think he’s crazy.

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Take for instance the insurance broker who pretty much does nothing except take your money and gives a lesser amount of money to the insurance company. But where Billy is an average Joe, Eliot is a scion of wealth and privilege. Man, even typing one out feels like rubbing someone else’s feces into my keyboard. The result is Vonnegut’s funniest satire, an etched-in-acid portrayal of the greed, hypocrisy and follies of the flesh to which we are all heir. Pages to import images to Wikidata.

One reason is that there are no sci-fi trappings, no bleas about time travel or aliens, nothing but a real study of American history and the impact of wealth and greed on the ideal of democracy.


And what he hates about women is that they know about sex? I’m still not sure how I feel about the esteemed Mr. Being an Indiana theater close to Vonnegut’s home town, we are interested in doing this show. Eliot’s drunkenness, his generous relationship with the poor in Rosewater, and his odd relationship with his wife make him appear eccentric and mentally ill.

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Kurt Vonnegut’s God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater

Be the first to ask a question about God Bless You, Mr. It has been quite an experience over three weeks.

The Rosewater Foundation has more money than God. That they enjoy sex? To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up.

It’s Vonnegut writing about himself again. He only though Hilarious. The big fraud of course is that those with corporate control create social benefit. At the end of the day, I’m not sure how I felt about this book. Breaking the link between control and benefit was to them dangerous, not to say impossible. Iurt rich have money, don’t need to work, and therefore have no purpose in the world either. Most of them are important later. Vonnegut shows that the rich have had handouts of their own, primarily though inheritance, and have become the very definition of “useless” they despise.

So while his thoughts and ideas are 3. As the poor are pushed into unemployment, the wealthy people in the country teach the poor to feel bad about themselves for not having enough determination to get rich, as they themselves have done.


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Some of the funniest moments, for me, are the random ideas inserted as Kilgore Trout short stories: Hilarity and some convoluted antics ensue. But medieval lawyers mostly priests found a way round the Roman legal tradition. So in Vonnegut’s novel the shares but not the assets of the Rosewater Company are owned by rosrwater Rosewater Trust.

Incidentally, if the trustee is proven to be mentally unfit, the money passes down to the nearest relative, and the lawyer is hoping to grab a slice of the pie for himself in the transition process. Their ancestors didn’t even make their fortunes by working hard, but by swindling the right people and making investments that happened to pay off.

His social criticism, as bracing as it is, often suffers as a result. Secrets of the Money River Vonnegut knew stuff about corporate life that most folk don’t. Kilgore Trout, Vonnegut’s foil and fictional alter-egoappears for the first time in this novel.