"Cat's Cradle" is satire of the most sulfuric potency. I laughed a few times, but mostly Vonnegut made me sad. His cynicism is complete and his wordcraft is devastating. Vonnegut sneers at the stupidity of the common man and leaves the reader feeling bemused but hopeless. He's a skillful writer, but this book borders on being mean-spirited. Cat's Cradle (1964) felt like a secular precursor of the Satanic Verses (1988) and Good Omens (1990).