Cat's Cradle

This felt like the literary equivalent of being unceremoniously boarded onto a not-quite-whitewater raft with a reliable guide whose presence you trust despite repeated declarations that you shouldn't trust anything that he says. Then, before you know it, you're hurtling downstream, taking in the scenery and truly enjoying yourself even though you don't have a clue where you're going, but watching time and again as every detail and circumstance flows perfectly into the next. But even as things start to go wrong and your snarky co-passengers begin bailing overboard en masse, everything is as it should be.

I find that you can apply this to the plot, the structure, and the meta-narrative without issue. I've never read Vonnegut before, and I'm sad it's taken so long.