Only a matter of time before some lazy sketch comedy does "Gangnam Squad."

Yes, sounds to me like you're approaching at exactly the right angle. And if you like spending time with Benny Profane (the closest thing V. has to a main character), almost the exact same person appears in Gravity's Rainbow as Tyrone Slothrop, which I didn't mind at all.

-hic!-

The amount of traffic AV Club is going to get out of this article more than justifies it.
Up next, a beginner's guide to Lady Gaga! Did you know she has two (2) full albums?

Wait… we're not supposed to post while drunk?

@avclub-eaff9f19dbfd5c5a5807b5dbfa656ec9:disqus I was going to flag you for not recognizing that Dawes is the voice of this generation. But then I realized that, truly, Dawes speaks for all of us, regardless of our age.

Then Warren angrily rips the mp3 off the, uh… turntable?

Someone on this site (wish I could remember who) once described reading Gravity's Rainbow as "like being trapped in a room with someone who's incredibly high and trying to tell you something very important." Which I felt was pretty apt. Glad to hear you're sticking it out - to be honest I actually wasn't even sure if…

How does that anecdote go? Someone pointed out to Heller that he never managed to write anything else as good as Catch-22, and he responded, "yes, but who has?"

Finished reading V. a couple weeks ago as part of my ongoing Pynchon addiction. I'll give myself a bit of a rest now and I think try Mason and Dixon next (I hear bad things about Vineland). Also read At the Mountains of Madness, which was okay, but didn't exactly blow me away - I may have seen too much internet hype…

Just keeps happening too. There was another clusterfuck of deaths on Everest in 2012.

So, there's this guy who lives by the harbour, and all night long the noise coming from the quay just keeps him wide awake. The sounds of the cranes unloading cargo containers, the shouts from the stevedores, ship's foghorns, none of it allows him to sleep. Finally this poor guy just gets so sick of it that he sits…

Kellow Chesney's The Victorian Underworld is a neat little read, if you want to learn a bit about the dirty underbelly of 19th-century London. The swell mob, the coppers, gonophs and footpads, cracksmen and fences, beggars and whores.
Chesney errs on the side of being scholarly rather than lurid, but the book's worth a…

Also, (not a spoiler, unless you really hate to hear anything about a book going in [and if so, why would you even be making a post about it? {hmm, I seem to have trailed off here}]) you might find the first part of the book to be a bit of a slog to get through. Keep reading because it does pick up after that.

I'm not going to read it, but I will read a review so I can cover myself if it comes up in conversation.

@avclub-85d8ce590ad8981ca2c8286f79f59954:disqus so you're saying there could be thousands of anti-abortion pants-shitters out there.

@avclub-85d8ce590ad8981ca2c8286f79f59954:disqus so you're saying there could be thousands of anti-abortion pants-shitters out there.

If I am ever asked to sign an anti-abortion petition I intend to write my name as "Fuckface McPantsshitter." Should anyone become offended, I am then prepared to explain that I come from a long line of pants-shitters.

If I am ever asked to sign an anti-abortion petition I intend to write my name as "Fuckface McPantsshitter." Should anyone become offended, I am then prepared to explain that I come from a long line of pants-shitters.

If I ever become a famous published author I'll drink scotch for breakfast, like I do now.
But I'll be happier, somehow.