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chickenrice 's review for:
Gravity's Rainbow
by Thomas Pynchon
DNF. Had also previously tried roughly 10+ years ago, but given up then as with now.
Somehow, when people read long, winding, meandering strings of text, describing a huge variety of unlinked, multifarious stuff, containing no coherent plot whatsoever, separated only by a myriad of many, intermittent commas, randomly sprayed and fertilised with masturbatory ejaculations of sexual innuendo, Sergeant-Peppered with pop culture references, they instantly get wet and think "Ooh exquisite postmodernist art, much sophistication in literature wow somethingsomething about stream of consciousness".
When reviewers say, "ah the reason why you didn't like it is because you didn't finish it; you don't have to understand everything!" - that is a pure indicator that we have a masturbatory tome, right here. It's like trying to read a bowl of alphabet soup and claiming you understand it and being all highfalutin about it.
Somehow, when people read long, winding, meandering strings of text, describing a huge variety of unlinked, multifarious stuff, containing no coherent plot whatsoever, separated only by a myriad of many, intermittent commas, randomly sprayed and fertilised with masturbatory ejaculations of sexual innuendo, Sergeant-Peppered with pop culture references, they instantly get wet and think "Ooh exquisite postmodernist art, much sophistication in literature wow somethingsomething about stream of consciousness".
When reviewers say, "ah the reason why you didn't like it is because you didn't finish it; you don't have to understand everything!" - that is a pure indicator that we have a masturbatory tome, right here. It's like trying to read a bowl of alphabet soup and claiming you understand it and being all highfalutin about it.