richardbuckalew 's review for:

Gravity's Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon
2.0

Based on seemingly universal accolades and my predisposition toward Serious, Meaningful Work™, I really expected to love this. Instead I read part 1 (of 4, long enough to be a novel itself) and decided to put it away for the time being. Pynchon clearly loves to write, and good on him for it, but his prose just doesn't feel purposeful to me, rather of the self-fart-sniffing persuasion, if you feel me?