This is such a challenging book, and only one of Pynchon's easiest compared to his other massive works like
Infinite Jest. Or so I've heard, I haven't read anything else, yet.

I read this for a final in one of my courses once upon a time, so my reading was dense and I had to look up a lot--which if you read this book, you'd know how time consuming and simply hard that would be. It's naturally condensed and packed with information, it gave me a headache for the whole day. I think the postmodern literature is the hardest for me. The nature of this era of literature is very messy and all over the place. Precisely because it came after the world wars which left the world in a havoc. Art reflects life so it is to be expected for artists, authors and whatnot to mirror the reality of a lost system and the birth of chaos. During this time, sex and open relationships were not taboo anymore and Pynchon was not shy to portray this.
Anyways, let's discuss the book.
So the book is about a woman named Oedipa Maas who is married to Wendell Mass--or Mucho-- but is bored of being a typical 50's or 60's housewife having chats about Tupperware. She receives news that her ex-boyfriend has died and named her the co-executor of his estate. In her drive to the estate she gets involved in the rivalry of two post mail services, one which seems to be a myth and remains hidden but seems like they were active during the second world war.
There's waaay more to the story, it is so so dense. I found the play Oedipa watches the most challenging to keep my head around, although it is the perfect allegory to the whole book.
I am not so encouraged to read Pynchon's other works, I just don't feel very clever when I did!
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