Originally posted by PrisMaster
The Crying of Lot 49 (short and sweet), and both V. and Gravity's Rainbow are sprawling works of absurd conspiracies that do nothing BUT make you think.
Both pale in comparison, I venture to add, to David Foster Wallace's Infinite Jest, published about ten years ago, which is in the same canon of largess, but of this generation. Astounding. Tennis, tobacco, wheelchair terrorists, Canadians, microwave suicides, the whole bit.

I still love Zane Gray and Louis Lamar, can't go wrong with a good western. Not much into most poetry but if you get a chance read some Siegfried Sassoon; the man was definitely affected by the First World War and paints an interesting view of life & hell in the trenches

Leave a comment: