Telling the non-chronological tale of Rudy Waltz, who is given his titular
nickname at 12 years old when he becomes a double-murderer, Deadeye Dick is both
an illustration of life being nothing but a series of mistakes and accidents and, in
the same week that an American child has accidentally killed a gun instructor
while handling a sub-machine gun, a powerful argument for gun control.
Never quite sparkling as brilliantly as Breakfast of Champions,
Slaughterhouse 5 or Sirens of Titan, there are still enough flashes its wry
observations to make sure that while its
subject matter may be depressing, reading it isn't.
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