Just a second ago, I picked this book back up. I’d wanted to do a comparison of it with the film, which from the little I know shows Yossarian flipping off the camera, as if in the whole book he’d been nothing but a stereotypical, oafish wartime goon ball. I got to reading the sort … Continue reading “On My Ever-Waning Ability to Read Catch-22 by Joseph Heller”