bookhater17’s Reviews > Gravity’s Rainbow > Status Update

“…half of St. Veronica's hospital in the morning smashed roofless as the old Ick Regis Abbey, powdered as the snow, and poor Spectro picked off, lighted cubbyhole and dark ward subsumed in the blast and he never hearing the approach, the sound too late, after the blast, the rocket's ghost calling to ghosts it newly made.”

“Don’t forget the real business of the War is buying and selling … The true war is a celebration of markets.”

Comrade Pynchon

“He's wasted gallons of paint thinner striking his faithful Zippo, its charred wick, virility giving way to thrift, rationed down to a little stub, the blue flame sparking about the edges in the dark, the many kinds of dark, just to see what's happening with her face. Each new flame, a new face.”

Hold up, his writing is THIS fire???

I have no fucking idea what’s going on