“Breakfast of Champions,” by Kurt Vonnegut, is perhaps the best example of style over substance that I’ve ever seen. Though, to be clear, it’s not that I found the story lacking in substance. It had enough, here and there, floating about, sometimes jumping out blatantly. But I don’t believe this is a story to read for its substance. No, the true flavor of this tale is all in style.
Which is saying a lot. I might be hard pressed to find a style of writing that is more to my liking than what Vonnegut did in this book. You have to hand it to an author who can carry a story solely on writing style, as opposed to leaning on a high-energy plot.
This was such a bizarre and fascinating read, with depth and detail so intricate that it’ll make your jaw drop. I highly recommend it to anyone out there looking for a weird story.
5 stars out of 5