This is simply one of the greatest post-WWII American novels. The measure of its greatness to me is that I have very little interest in any of the big subjects of the book—tennis, AA and Quebecian separatists, but it just doesn’t matter. Unlike so many other novels that get labeled postmodern, the level of detail in the writing is phenomenal and the characters are so vivid that you truly believe that you’ve personally met them all. ( )

This is probably my favorite book. My actual review would probably need to be a whole book, but suffice to say this is the book I would take with me to a desert island. ( )

Maybe my favorite 1st sentence ever. Another comedic epic in the vein of Gravity's Rainbow (multiple plot / location structure definitely reminds me of Pynchon) and Ulysses. The footnotes make it uniquely DFW but honestly, that shit's annoying and doesn't add much. ( )

I read this in my twenties. Made me crawl up into a drug coma and mourn my pitiful intellect and writing ability. ( )

Stopped around pg. 100. What a natural flow of words! Reading this is as easy as floating down a stream, with unknown words causing ripples on every page and endnote-rapids occasionally. But the 3' thick book weighs about 8 lbs., and the regular interruption of reading for dictionary searches and endnote readings, plus the fact that there seemed to be more characters than in 'War and Peace' without (as far as I got) any sign of a story, made the reading seem like a job...and I'm retired.