Well, I finished Gravity’s Rainbow last night. As noted previously, this was the second half of at least my third and probably fourth attempt at getting through the book. I had the same experience with Pynchon’s V, which I got through a couple of years ago and didn’t especially enjoy but was glad to have read. Reading V was like taking yucky medicine. Reading Gravity’s Rainbow was more like dropping acid. It’s a much more fun read, but it kind of fried my brain. Now I’m off to the Pynchon wiki to see if I can get a little better oriented so that I won’t be as lost during my next reading of it (in I’d guess two years). Meanwhile, I’m taking a breather with Delillo’s so far sort of blah Falling Man before plunging into either Mason & Dixon or Against the Day.