I wouldn't say I'm liking it, guys (200 pags or so)
>>25340794I liked it, but I only liked it; it didn't blow me away as The Crying of Lot 49 did.
>>25340794you should start seeing it pick up into the really classic run of looney tunes shit any page now
>>25340794That's because it's literal dogshit. I got most of the references and that doesn't make it better. If you don't like the prose just let it go there's no deeper meaning it's just prose masturbation and anyone saying the opposite is gay
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>>25340794Are you a new reader? Surprised you made it this far. Try returning a few years down the line after reading a bunch of modernists beforehand (Ulysses and the Waste Land being the big ones for Pynch), you'll be blown away.
>>25341043To this kind of new literature I might be, indeed. I read classics and random philosophy, essays and stuff like that mostly
>>25341043I read all those and came to the conclusion that pynchon is shit
>>25340794I dropped it somewhere around the poop eating. I think I made the correct choice.
>, guysyou talk like a faggot
>>25341028Stick to comics, tranny.
>>25341324You should hear what he says about you.
>>25340794>thought pynchon was good and not a lucky hacklmao, we got another one
>>25342342> the consciousness of life is higher than life, the knowledge of the laws of happiness is higher than happiness type of faggot spottedGo play pretend with your sick friends in a modern art gallery in NY, you aren't welcome here faggot
>>25342721uh oh meltie
>>25342342This is a junkie troon book.
>>25340794I feel you must be a certain type of person not to find Slothrop borderline insufferable.
>>25344321If you've ever been on chemo, Tyrone almost starts to feel like a realistic character. The past becomes a blur, you stop thinking about the future and you only live in the present; a mix between blissful ignorance and nausea, the feeling that something is wrong with you both physically and mentally. You feel like you're disintegrating.Though that doesn't explain his rocketman and pig shtick.
>>25342342This shit is literally a comicbook
>>25345579>He’s driven out, away, east over Vauxhall Bridge in a dented green Lagonda by his batman, a Corporal Wayne. >Darlene, pure Nightingale compassion, is handing him a hard red candy, molded like a stylized raspberry . . . mm, which oddly enough even tastes like a raspberry, though it can’t begin to take away that bitterness. Impatiently, he bites into it, and in the act knows, fucking idiot, he’s been had once more, there comes pouring out onto his tongue the most godawful crystalline concentration of Jeez it must be pure nitric acid, “Oh mercy that’s really sour,” hardly able to get the words out he’s so puckered up, exactly the sort of thing Hop Harrigan used to pull to get Tank Tinker to quit playing his ocarina, a shabby trick then and twice as reprehensible coming from an old lady who’s supposed to be one of our Allies, shit he can’t even see it’s up his nose and whatever it is won’t dissolve, just goes on torturing his shriveling tongue and crunches like ground glass among his molars.>Superman will swoop boots-first into a deserted clearing, a launcher-erector sighing oil through a slow seal-leak, gum evoked from the trees, bitter manna for this bitterest of passages. The colors of his cape will wilt in the afternoon sun, curls on his head begin to show their first threads of gray.
