Book Review of Gravity's Rainbow, by Thomas Pynchon

[alice wellintown]

ironic that the reviews of the reviewer, not the review itself, and so
attacks on the man not the argument, are  juvenile left handed
compliments, and that the reviewer, while he does protest too much
about the immature elements of the work, attacks the P-industry and
the po-mo movment, and the fanatics who have treated P like the best
thing since Shakespeare by calling them on their sophomoric
infatuation with fart jokes and teenage sarcasms.