Alecs Ștefănescu finished reading The Crying of Lot 49 by Thomas Pynchon
Why have I waited so long to read my first Pynchon novel?
Coming from an affinity for the "new weird", his novel feels like post-modernism, yes, but with prefigurative "new weird" sprinkled all over.
The prose slips in and out of being descriptive about the world, about actual things the characters do, and then being descriptive of the meta, the feelings and intuitions, and musings that belong to nobody safe for, perhaps, the eye that watches all of it. The novel reads like interiority. I loved it.