Status Updates From The Recognitions

Heading into the finale, the epilogue. We finally get a bit more clarity (somewhat, as such things are relative in this book) on Stephan's (Wyatt's) psychology and the nature of his vague questing. I would like to have had that about, oh, 850 pages ago so that I gave a shit about him. But here it is.

Some interesting bits in this part, in the monastery in Spain, reiterating the themes already expounded for 900 pages, but more clearly. Still, Gaddis' comedy sense is like the Bowery Boys compared to Joyce's comedy like the Marx Brothers. One is clearly superior.

100 pages left. I will make it across the desert.

Chaotic hijinks on a transatlantic passenger liner. The Marx Brothere' "Monkey Business" was way better.