A rich man attempts a noble experiment with human nature. The result is an etched-in-acid portrayal of universal greed, hypocrisy, and follies of the flesh.
One of the most poignantly cynical Vonnegut books.
“Sylvia—I'm going to be an artist."
"An artist?"
"I'm going to love these discarded Americans, even though they're useless and unattractive. That is going to be my work of art."