Very insightful article on a truly landmark writer who is apparently STILL being assaulted by ignorant naysayers. In fact, the insane level of vitriol spewed here in the comments section is indicative of nothing more than ignorance and jealousy. None of you (Miramon, Jace X Anders, Rosewater) will EVER produce anything that even comes close to the impact that Slaughterhouse-Five has had on the modern world. Insolent, unimaginative and illogical individuals such as yourself have no place in balanced contemporary culture. You are, for all intents and purposes ANTI-INTELLECTUAL and your lack of comprehension here perfectly demonstrates this fact.
There is some question of Christ’s divinity and how that plays a part in Christian principles and it is suggested that the voice in the novel desires a form of collectivism where humanity looks at one another as equal parts and equal heirs of God. This human-Jesus argument within the novel stands as an effort to make humanity, whom Trout may consider to be “bums” and “nobodies,” have more narration's call for a more human-Jesus and Christianity is seen in the last part of the discussion on Trout’s novel where God speaks from heaven stating, “ From this moment on, He [God] will punish horribly anybody who torments a bum who has not connections!”  Trout’s novel attempts to make everybody somebody, as well as to emphasize the supposed cruelty of original Christian thinking, and how it ought to be changed.
One expression of individuality that has been suppressed and controlled in "2BR02B" is art. The painter is unhappy because he is forced to paint a mural that does not represent life as he understands it. The Happy Garden of Life depicts an impossibly formal, well-tended garden that is a metaphor for the world. Every body is interchangeable in the painting; in fact, they have already been painted. He merely fills in the blank circles above them with faces, which again evokes the theme of a lack of individuality. Through population control, people's lives are pruned like branches by gas chamber hostesses like Leora Duncan. But the order comes at the cost of individuality. As the painter tells the hospital orderly, "The world could do with a good deal more mess, if you ask me" (316). The other form of art represented here is the song the hospital orderly sings as he enters. It is an ode to the gas chambers and population control disguised as a love song, declaring that if the object of the singer's affection does not return his love, he will "get off this old planet, let some sweet baby have my place" (315). Even popular songs are controlled to send the government's message.