Just a novella, so not a long commitment, but even so, when I finished I found myself feeling a bit cheated. I'm used to finding, in Vonnegut's work, some amusing, wry and deep look at humans and the civilizations we build. I didn't get that with this story. It almost came across as a writing exercise instead of a meaningful story. Just too slice of life for me, I guess. Or maybe the deeper meaning went over my head.