The Bluest Sad Slaughterhouse and the magic milestone of fifty thousand words.
the length of a novel is a minimum of 50 thousand words. cicuenta mil, for some. Slaughterhouse Five was around this mark, just north, but considered a novella. I originally purchased it collected in a volume with six other short novels, including "The Ballad Of The Sad Cafe" and "The Bluest Eye". "The Bluest Eye" was my first Toni Morrison. I liked the way she manipulated the variables of the story, jokingly, though the subject matter was quite serious. In the end it was all very sad, and the character who was the butt of earlier jokes was lifted up and dignified, as if one wanted to take hold of her, take her away from her turmoil. You felt the dirt under your feet, the grains of it.
Slaughterhouse Five or The Children's Crusade was quickly forgotten under the strength of the other material, but Vonnegut himself is a wit, a giant, albeit far less serious than Toni Morrison. Slaughterhouse Five has a kinship with Catch-22 in the sense that it is partly autobiography, however submerged and transformed through a keyfabe matrix, a matrix of shadowy topics and sandwiched between a contrived beginning and end.
Quite good material. I loved that book, but then gave it to a bibliophile aunt. I don't think she found it quite to her taste, but I wanted so much to share the book with a fellow reader.