I am not going to gush heavily over Galápagos by Kurt Vonnegut. It was a pretty good book and a generally good story but it wasn’t fantastic.
I am not sure if it was because I expected too much. I mean, Vonnegut has been heavily recommended to me in the past and this was my first foray in to his prose. Truthfully though, it wasn’t anything to write home about.
That is not to say I didn’t enjoy the story. I did. I found his mildly sardonic humor fitting for the theme. I also wanted to know what happened next. Vonnegut’s heavy use of metaphor though, which he does not mask at all, was a little exasperating. I started to find myself saying, “Enough already, I get it.”
Still yet, Galápagos was funny and a pretty good story. Vonnegut takes us to the Galápagos islands purposefully to show the reader how insignificant “big brains” are in the grand scheme of evolution. I kind of like that aspect of the story. It can give readers the chance to understand why evolution is not a linear drive to “ultimate perfection.” It would be an extremely simplistic explanation though, so don’t think you have found a resource.
So if you are a Vonnegut fan you may be sad that I am not fawning over this book. Feel free to direct me to something better, or show me what I am missing.