Herbert Stencil searches for V., a woman of his father's generation, but also many other undefined and generally unobtainable mysteries. The other leg of the V-ish plot includes the travelogue above and tried every which way to shake me off the book. Just out of the Navy, he spent 1956 in the Virginia naval world and in the New York City underworld, until he graduated to the Whole Sick Crew, a crowd of very hippie-like eccentric, entertaining and generally useless souls (and also Rachel). (And probably you haven't ?) The real appeal for most of this book for me was Benny Profane, who lived a life on equal with his wonderful name. But Pynchon certainly never lost me for a second in Paris and when he got back to Malta again, I was fully engaged.What the hell am I talking about, you might ask, if you haven't read this. Malta was a bit slow too, in WWII, but had it's appeal. Namibia in 1922 was terribly disturbing, but I had to respect the effort. That's a far cry from where I was a few weeks ago, lost in Cairo and ready to toss the e-book.and where I was again in Florence. So, posting as is - flaws and all.I spent last night thinking about this book when I should have been sleeping. V.by Thomas Pynchon published: 1963 format: 534 page Kindle e-book acquired: listened: Dec 31 - Feb 11 Rating: 4½ stars I know I should take more time and write out a more careful, and more thought-out review, one that actually captures all aspects of the book, but this just kind of poured out.
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