The wild, macabre tale of the twentieth century and of two men -- one looking for something he has lost, the other with nothing much to lose -- and "V.," the unknown woman of the title.
How can you comment on such a volume in a(supposedly) few words?
Scenarios run after one another in this incredibile book where persons re-invent reality minute after minute, with no permission, or all permissions, from the real world.
Everyone is going AWOL in this book.
Sometimes - during the long pages - you have the impression the author is going AWOL too, but some of the book is so great you could never figure he really is.
For me, this book represents the beginning of a journey in the post-modern, rotten, crazy, incredible world of Thomas Pynchon. I absolutely loved this book, and I believe that if you want to approach Pynchon's work, this is the best to start with.
But be aware: it will be a journey without return in the abyss of humanity, science, society and the Self, from which you will end up deeply confused and changed.
I'm looking for the dust jacket of this book: first edition, by J. B. Lippincott Company, NY, 1963.
Contact me privately, please.
