Did I seriously fuck up hard getting into Pynchon?
Five years ago I only had picked up Lot49 on a whim, thought less than three shits about him, then I checked Inherent Vice at the library, and how I have five of his novels and have only not read Gravity's Rainbow and Vineland, and I guess Slow Learner.
Im glad he only has so many, I feel I am spinning out of control in Pynchon. I am close to being a glutton for punishment and going through Against the Day for the third time.
Is Pynchon a drug for you guys too?
p.s. thoughts on pic related? I just finished it the other day and thought it was very comfy.
Reminder that the Font sisters are a couple of disgusting skanks and you will never get to drink mezcal los suicidas with amadeo, ulises and arturo.
Yes. I've read each of his books (except ATD) at least twice. Every time I start reading something serious and 'good for me', I just feel like cracking V. or Lot 49 back open.
He is just all too exactly the writer for a certain sort of young man. Slogging through a Henry James, I feel my mind wander to the jolly Sailors of Pynchon's world and the beautiful musings on the mysteries of existence made in it.
I can only hope in a way, that I eventually grow out of it.