Gravity’s Rainbow, like all of Pynchon, sucks.
Pretentious pseudo-intellectual dreck.
Pseudo-intellectuals love to pretend they read it and enjoyed it.
Pynchon is the T. Coraghessan Boyle of SF.
Well, you’re entitled to your opinion, but most would disagree with you!
“The novel shared the 1974 U.S. National Book Award for Fiction with A Crown of Feathers and Other Stories by Isaac Bashevis Singer.[1] Although selected by the Pulitzer Prize jury on fiction for the 1974 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction, a single passage involving coprophilia offended the other members of the Pulitzer board, who rejected the selection. No Pulitzer Prize was awarded for fiction that year.[2] The novel was nominated for the 1973 Nebula Award for Best Novel.[3]
TIME named the novel one of its “All-Time 100 Greatest Novels”, a list of the best English-language novels from 1923 to 2005[4] and it is considered by some critics to be one of the greatest American novels ever written.[5]”
Spot on.