Gravity’s Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon

This is not technically a book I’ve read, but rather one I’ve abandoned on page 59.

There are often books I set aside and come back to later.

But it is extremely rare that I come across one like this one, where I have no intention of coming back to try it again. Although I may be betraying a lack of intelligence or sophistication, I find it unreadable and uninteresting. To be fair, the person who recommended it to me said it was a bit chaotic, likening it to James Joyce. I’ve never read James Joyce, so that didn’t serve as much of a warning.

Also, the book has things I can’t much abide by: dream sequences. I almost universally hate dream sequences. I hate them in movies, tv shows and books. I’m not even crazy about hearing about people’s dreams, unless they involve me and/or sex. When this book isn’t describing a dream sequence in stream-of-consciousness, it is telling the actual story in a dreamlike stream-of-consciousness. Yuck.

So that’s that. Anyone want a book?