I've held off reading
V for a long time because it was the only book by Thomas Pynchon that I had never read. He's still writing, despite his age--V is over a half-century old--so the possibility exists that if he puts out a new book, then I can read another. But, otherwise, this is it, and it's always a bit sad knowing there are no more books to read by a writer whom I like. So far,
V seems fairly typical of his work: characters with silly names, songs, wordplay, convoluted plots, idea heavy, and, all in all, a fun read. I'm going to take my time with this one.
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