Reading a Thomas Pynchon novel is always somewhat daunting at the outset. Somewhat like entering a large maze without any string to lead you back out again. Still, it's an adventure, and one always worth undertaking. My first such experience was with The Crying of Lot 41 a veritable short story compared with a tome such as V.
V. is complicated and full of myriad characters and symbols that few
readers will find accessible, but it is rich and poignant by turns.
While you could hardly hope to have it all figured out by the time the
tales intersect and wind down to their ending, you will have
experienced something quite singular. Really, you can't ask for much
more from a novel than that. So, that said, I rate it 4 out 5. 1 star
knocked off for a certain amount of perhaps unnecessary pedantry, but 4
stars for being a powerful portrayal of the essential idea of
recurrence and the cyclical nature of history. Or, at least, I think
that's what was going on.
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