After having my Dutch school years filled to the brim with World War II-themed literature and with it reading about the full spectrum of suffering, Mother Night caught me by surprise. It finally showed something other than outright negativity and looked at how to “move on”.
Mother Night opens it up with a hero turned villain, yet making it very, very difficult to actually find the heroics in between everything he has done. The resulting cascade of Vonnegut-events surrounding him is tinged with absurdity, yet never crosses over fully and leaves you mulling about it all. Short and (bitter)sweet and surprisingly relevant in the face of (the current) political upheaval.