Kurt Vonnegut is my favourite writer ever. I'm rationing out the last few books of his that I haven't read yet, and this week I decided to treat myself to Galapagos. This is a story about evolution. More particularly, it is the story about how the progenitors of the modern human race came to be stranded on the island of Santa Rosilia one million years ago, in 1986 C.E. It is pure Vonnegut - cynical and funny and joyous. It doesn't quite reach the heights of Mother Night, The Sirens of Titan or Cat's Cradle, but it's still wonderful.
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