What can YOU say in six sentences?
When I turned the final page of Pynchon's novel, I literally hugged the giant thing to my chest, with tears in my eyes. This book is about America, and Europe, and Africa; history and friendship; stars; lines of great consequence carved precisely upon the earth; grief and laughter and invention; the fading of old orders and the establishment of new ones. It featured a clock that kept perfect time; a lovesick robot duck; a talking dog; George Washington and Ben Franklin; flights among the clouds and a plummet to the center of the planet. I began reading it just before embarking on one journey and completed it just after returning from another. My heart breaks because nearly every reader I rhapsodize to--even the sophisticated ones--will find it too long, too digressive, too arduous for their attention spans. But it nourished my soul from its first page to its last, and I will carry with me now wherever I may go.