Bluebeard by Kurt Vonnegut
I thought I’d read all of Vonnegut’s best, so it was a wonderful surprise to find so much to like in Bluebeard. I wish I still had the book handy so I could refresh my memory before writing this post and maybe even select a few good passages to share. Alas, the library insisted that I return the book and so I did.
Bluebeard is about a retired painter who, like the infamous Bluebeard of lore, keeps something big hidden in a locked room. The secret gives the book a little bit of a mystery, which is unusual for Vonnegut, but fun. You don’t know what’s going to be in that room. Will it be dead bodies? Or will it be something completely different? I won’t spoil it for you. You’ll have to read it yourself to find out.
The last couple of weeks have been so crazy that everything else has been overshadowed, including this book. Like it though I did, I don’t think I got as much out of it as I could have. I hope that I get a chance to reread it someday.