
The opening lines is "This is a simple-minded play about men who enjoy killing, and those who don't." It's a story about a little girl named Wanda June who is in heaven because she was run over by an ice cream truck right before her birthday.
Attempted Slapstick or Happy Birthday, Wanda June? :-)
Or most of the posthumously-released material, for that matter.
But yeah, his batting average was pretty damn high.
Here are the grades Vonnegut himself gave his own books (in Palm Sunday):
Slaughterhouse-Five: A+
Cat’s Cradle: A+
The Sirens of Titan: A
Mother Night: A
God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater: A
Jailbird: A
Player Piano: B
Welcome to the Monkeyhouse: B-
Breakfast of Champions: C
Wampeters, Foma and Granfalloons: C
Palm Sunday: C
Slapstick: D
Happy Birthday, Wanda June: D
