The Problem of Evil

I have never read a novel with a higher punchline-to-page ratio than Catch-22. It’s overstuffed with Borscht Belt schtick, banter with the cadence of a military “Who’s on First?” and physical comedy worthy of Buster Keaton.

A staff psychiatrist interviews our protagonist, Yossarian:

“Hasn’t it ever occurred to you that in your promiscuous pursuit of women you are merely trying to assuage your subconscious fears of sexual impotence?”

“Yes, sir, it has.”

“Then why do you do it?”

“To assuage my fears of sexual impotence.”

When he refuses to fly more combat missions:

Morale was deteriorating and it was all Yossarian’s fault. The country was in peril; he was jeopardizing his traditional rights of freedom and independence by daring to exercise them.

And in one of the signature scenes of the novel:

“They’re trying to kill me,” Yossarian told him calmly.

“No one’s trying to kill you,” Clevinger cried.

“Then why are they shooting at me?” Yossarian asked.

“They’re shooting at everyone,” Clevinger answered.…