Title: Lurid
Product review: It's no secret Pynchon is one of only a handful of American authors writing actual literature, not merely pandering to mass-market sensibilities. As such, Vineland -- ostensibly a critique of Reagan-era snitch-destruction of the sons and daughters of the idealistic 60s -- avoids a lot of the harpy, pedantic ranting you'd expect and instead weaves together a lurid, transglobal set of normal and paranormal events, bizarre characters (good and evil) and inventive dialogue, all linked with breathtakingly clear, page-long sentences that have the effect of a bomb going off.
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