Chapter 12, "I Used to be the Owner and Manager of an Automobile Dealership" Summary

Vonnegut describes a time when he owned and ran a Saab car dealership. He believes that this has a direct correlation to the startling question of why he has never won a Nobel Prize for literature. In detail, he describes what kind of a car the Saab originally was, and how it was one of the worst cars ever made. It was small, had "suicide doors," and had an engine like a lawnmower, where both oil and gas had to be mixed every time it was filled up. If someone forgot to do that, the engine went up in flames. After a very short time, Vonnegut agreed that the Swedes made the best watches, but terrible cars...