So I started reading Gravity's Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon a couple of days ago. The book has a reputation for being hard to get through but so far (about 70 pages in as of right now) it's pretty straightforward, it has beautiful prose and can be very funny at times so I was getting the feeling I would just go through it pretty easily, but oh boy, how wrong was I. I got to this chapter where one of the main characters gets interrogated and hallucinated for a few pages, it was an extremely wild ride. I could not for the life of me follow what the hell was going on, I mean technically I did, but the meaning of it scaped me completely, there were some insane, hilarious, strange, psychotic, dreamlike stories that all ended up changing the meaning of a particular phrase (You never did the Kenosha kid). When I finished the chapter I left the book in my desk and just stared blankly at the ceiling for a few minutes, I felt so confused and just in awe at how incredible that chapter had been, how strange and unlike anything else I have ever read. Then I spent the next hour or so searching online about it and it has become one of my favorite parts of any book ever, the discourse about it is so rich, interesting and enlightning to read through, it is just an amazing experience.
So I was wondering if everyone has felt like this while when reading a book?
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PD: Sorry for my horrible english. I'm from México so don't go too hard on me lol.
Mentalfloss1 t1_j6b43gd wrote
Back when Gravity's Rainbow was first published I had a loose connection with some "intellectuals". Now one of these guys was indeed extremely intelligent but the others struck me as pretenders. They went on and on about how wonderful the book was but there were never any specifics, no questions, no real discussion. Just praise.
So I got a copy and, like you, it started well but soon became what I call bad writing. If I need to slog then I'm done. I did that with some required texts but life, to me, is too short to slog.
I've heard people have that same complaint about Beloved, by Morrison. But that book made good sense to me even though I read it twice in a row to really clarify it.
So, my lame conclusion is that we all read and understand differently. Good luck with the book!!