If you've heard about or read the 'Breakfast of Champions, a 1973 novel by the American author Kurt Vonnegut, then you'd know it is the story of 'two lonesome, skinny, fairly old white men on a planet which was dying fast.' I thought of this novel this morning because I identify so much with one of the characters, Dwayne Hoover, who is portrayed 'as a normal-looking but deeply deranged Pontiac dealer and Burger Chef franchise owner'. And while I am neither a car dealer or franchise owner, I do fit in nicely with the deranged part.
The title of the book, taken from the well-known slogan for Wheaties breakfast cereal, crops up in a key scene late in the novel when a waitress, apparently ironically, says "Breakfast of Champions" each time she serves a customer a martini. Really, an interesting read by an equally interesting author! and, what does this all have to do with eating a good breakfast? What part of deranged did you not get?
