Quite possibly the best novel I ever read. Catch 22 by Joseph Heller. Even though I am about 75 percent behind me, I can honestly say I never read anything like. The first impression wasn’t that good, though, because I found over-non-linearity distracting and too much characters cramped it, but ultimately got used to it and really not care anymore about the chronology of events.Brilliant satire about disasterous effect of bureucracy, madness and sanity, heroism, struggle for survival, war, faith… It’s hard for me to write an essay of it, 'cuz I don’t think I’d cover it all. The characters and situations are so ludicrous that I found myself pissing my pants and choking out of laugh a decent amount of times. And I believe that those two are something everyone can find the reflection of themselves in, one way or another.
Oh, and someone might be bothered, but I am not the person who can easily jump into it and lament, but I found a bit awkward that every female character here is either slut, sexually unhibited or shown as sexual object. Though I think it adds more to the whacked up tone of the novel. Of which I must say, despite being largely absurdist and ironic, the latter half of the novel, despite some random moments, such us the bombing of the airfield descends into a more somber, meditative, serious tone when characters question themselves, their motives, discuss about the nature of war, humanity, death etc.
Now, I hope I did it.