I just finished reading V. -- alot of it seems to be simply about the
inability to find answers in things. Is that all it is? Is there a more
complex message at work? If not, I'm rather disappointed with the book,
with Pynchon, with postmodernism. Is it really that one-track?
Not to be insulting or anything... I'm new to Pynchon, and have some
questions, that's all.