God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater by Kurt Vonnegut
Rosewater turns his back on his wealthy family and the guaranteed good life. Instead he drinks, lies around in a slovenly condition, and dispenses advice and little bits of money to his constituency, the local losers of Wherever, Middle America. This is more classic Vonnegut except… It just isn’t very good. The characters are less-than-compelling. The writing comes across as unstructured rant on well-mined turf. Vonnegut has already said all of this before, better elsewhere.