(Not a lot of this review is about the content of GR, because who am I to even say what that is?)
Okay, this book is bloody brilliant.
I didn't think so at first, having not understood a lot of it through not paying attention and zoning out because there's a new story happening almost every paragraph if not sentence. Checking the wikipedia summary to try and keep up made me pretty sure I wasn't reading the same book (They're in a casino? He slept with who? She died?)
And, like all human beings (if they're stare-in-the-mirror honest with themselves), I get really really annoyed when someone else exists or has existed who is phenomenally cleverer than I am: won't have it. So, at first these things convinced me that I didn't like it. Authors like [a:Thomas Pynchon|235|Thomas Pynchon|http://d.gr-assets.com/authors/1344580482p2/235.jpg], [a:William Faulkner|3535|William Faulkner|http://d.gr-assets.com/authors/1189905090p2/3535.jpg],[a:James Joyce|5144|James Joyce|http://d.gr-assets.com/authors/1183237775p2/5144.jpg], most recently and amazingly [a:Elfriede Jelinek|128607|Elfriede Jelinek|http://d.gr-assets.com/authors/1221304400p2/128607.jpg] (and a whole host of others that I haven't read yet) would laugh with contempt at my pathetic and cliched need as a reader to understand everything that I read, and despite how much respect and appreciation I have for these authors and their books it remains a jarring and unsettling experience for a plot to pass over your head BUT I have not yet got into the idea of re-reading, which this and certain other books demand.
You know what? Sometimes David Lynch films are geniunely pretty good, sometimes you want to listen to Animal Collective, sometimes it is fun to find and support a local book shop, what with all the crap hipsters say, they are statistically bound to get it right a handful of times as per the above examples. It's difficult through all the recommendation static to find the thing that really is worth trying out.
That said, please don't judge me when I say that I have a copy of this book by my bed, and like to open it at a random page and have a read, and in these small chosen digestions I find it so much more fun, enjoyable, interesting, insightful, bizarre, funny, downright impossible, and it makes me want to find the time to read it all over again.
It feels like something that is really, really important to do as someone who appreciates "Good Reads". If you, reading this review, are someone who perchance is someone who likes these "Good Reads", I would have to recommend you this book.
**Original post-wtf review**
Confusing brilliant blah blah... (felt out of most of the jokes, undoubtedly dragged- minus 1 star)
If I have anything new to say about this book, it's that there's been a totally missed opportunity.
The cover needs to be a 40s pin-up girl on a rocket with a B-movie subtitle eg. "Gravity's Rainbow, or Pynchon's Pavlovian F**k-Rocket!"
Please address this, people responsible for such decisions.