In which Pynchon's 'torrential riffings" and "demented prankishness" are said to exist

[Mark Kohut]

And in which those riffings are, falsely, I say, contrasted with Nabokov's
''"crystalline exactness". (Some say this is Nabokov's main flaw)

 BUT, otherwise, an argument I believe in as my English copy of MILKMAN
showed up yesterday. Thanks, John.
(Not available in the USA until December).
What is our reading mind/sensibility FOR, if not a secular meditative
heaven?

As yesterday, I heard a woman at the local library answer a question
directed at me by the librarian
about Salman Rushdie's 'dense' writing with "he's awful; those sentences
are unreadable". A bit later,
 I heard her praise Louise Penny in lit crit terms. Willing to believe
Louise is good---read part of one, "you can always trust
a murderer for a fancy prose style"--Humber Humbert....
 BUT.....the praise she lavished was as if on genius, earned Nobel-level
genius.

It is true that  a narrow readability meter infests our nation's judgments,
imho.

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2018/nov/10/anna-burns-milkman-difficult-novel?CMP=Share_iOSApp_Other