Meet Capt. Geoffrey "Pirate" Prentice. He has a most peculiar skill set: He can make any dish out of bananas, and he can telepathically absorb the fantasies and nightmares of total strangers. His fellow officer, Slothrop, has an involuntary erection every time a missile is launched. These gifts have made them invaluable military assets.
This is Gravity's Rainbow, and less than 50 pages into it I am already confused. The words most often used to describe Pynchon are "complex", "funny", and "non-linear", but I started out with The Crying of Lot 49, arguably his most accessible work. GR is his least accessible work: 700+ pages of run-on sentences, fantasy scenes that blend seamlessly into real ones and vice-versa, and incredibly weird stuff that just doesn't make sense.
Among the HUH? moments:
On being stationed in Africa in 1935: "no Cary Grant larking in and out slipping elephant medicine in the punchbowls here."
A giant adenoid terrorizes the gaslit streets of Edwardian London, sucking up every useful person in its path like the Blob.
What have I gotten myself into, here?!