Product Description

The wild, macabre tale of the twentieth century and of two men--one looking for something he has lost, the other with nothing much to lose--and "V.," the unknown woman of the title.

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #26045 in Books
• Published on: 1999-04-01
• Released on: 1999-03-24
• Original language: English
• Number of items: 1
• Binding: Paperback
• 560 pages

Features

• ISBN13: 9780060930219
• Condition: NEW
• Notes: Brand New from Publisher. No Remainder Mark.
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Amazon.com Review
Having just been released from the Navy, Benny Profane is content to lead a slothful existence with his friends, where the only real ambition is to perfect the art of "schlemihlhood," or being a dupe, and where "responsibility" is a dirty word. Among his pals--called the Whole Sick Crew--is Slab, an artist who can't seem to paint anything other than cheese danishes. But Profane's life changes dramatically when he befriends Stencil, an active ambitious young man with an intriguing mission--to find out the identity of a woman named V., who knew Stencil's father during the war, but who suddenly and mysteriously disappeared.

Review
"Filled with wild humor, intentive wordplay and a darkly imaginative power." -- -- Philadelphia Inquirer

"This work may well stand as one of the very best works of the century." -- -- Atlantic Review

"[A] brilliant and turbulent first novel." -- -- George Plimpton, New York Times Book Review

"[L]eaves the imagination spent and the mind reeling." -- -- New York Herald Tribune

"Filled with wild humor, intentive wordplay and a darkly imaginative power." -- Philadelphia Inquirer

"This work may well stand as one of the very best works of the century." -- Atlantic Review

"[A] brilliant and turbulent first novel." -- George Plimpton, New York Times Book Review

"[L]eaves the imagination spent and the mind reeling." -- New York Herald Tribune

About the Author
Thomas Pynchon was born in 1937. His books include The Crying of Lot 49, Gravity's Rainbow, Vineland, and Mason & Dixon.

Customer Reviews

A postmodern kick in the pants
Thirty years before "The Usual Suspects" prompted us to ask "Who is Keyser Soze?" Thomas Pynchon proposed an even more intriguing question: "Who is V.?" Yeah, that's right--"V.", the book you hated in college. The book your English professor was writing a book about (this was the same prof who'd already written "A Freudian Analysis of Gilligan's Island" and "Finnegan's Wake: I Understood the Whole Thing"). But hey, that guy could make an episode of "The X-Files" sound boring. Isn't it time you started reclaiming--and rereading--all of those books snooty academics ruined for you back in college? And why not start with a fat, sprawling book that's really a whole bookshelf of novels rolled into one? It's a mystery, a slapstick screwball comedy, a cat-and-mouse chase yarn spanning decades and continents, and a horrifying meditation on war. Oh, and did I mention the transparent robot who speaks telepathically--sort of? Or the alligators in the sewers? Read a classic of contemporary fiction that bucks like a mechanical bull--a book written by a guy who was recently spotted wearing a Godzilla t-shirt (true, by the way). It's so mysterious, you'll be mulling it over for months--interpretations are endless. And you don't have to write a paper about it when you're finished

History, Technology and Alligators--V. is one great book!
Thomas Pynchon's first book V. is one of the great books of the last 50 years. It is a book that is filled with symbol and meaning and portent. At the simplest level it is a story about Benny Profane, a poor "schlemil" whose pathetic life is filled with almost surreal adventures that lead him to gangs and love and alligators in the sewers! But Benny's adventures become inexplicablyintertwined with those of Stencil and the mysterious V. And therein lies the great challenge and great pleasure of Pynchon. There is a search to discover meaning and perhaps to discover one's own history. Pynchon's tale leads back to the diplomatic intrique preceding World War I and somehow connects us with the misadventures of Benny. And all the while, like some great mystery thriller in reverse, the deeper one gets into V., the more information that is revealed, the more complex the mystery becomes. Indeed, the thrill of Pynchon is to become ensnared in that mystery and try to find meaning in that complex and interconnected web. Ultimately, perhaps, like all the great questions in life, the question of the meaning of who V. is and the meaning of the book itself may never be answer. But the power of this novel is that it draws you in to consider that mystery. The book, somehow, finds connections between the great historical events of the beginning of this century and several generations of characters who themselves are all interconnected and the ever-changing technology of this century. Is V. a mysterious woman, a cause of the wars of this century or the essential meaninglessness of modern society? Read V. and discover that answer for yourself!

Very, very funny novel
Must break into the SERIOUS debate about this books merit by interjecting that this is, first and foremost, a very funny book. Just hilarious, on whatever level you prefer to read it at. Benny Profane indeed! I was an economics major, not a lit major, that probably helps me enjoy it, as I can readily choose to skip the "layers of meaning" that apparently must be front and forward to the literary types here. Perhaps that is why I enjoyed it so much.

Okay, not for Stephen King fans, certainly not for Danielle Steele fans, you do need the basic triple digit IQ to get past page 30. But you do not have to search for themes and meaning to enjoy this fine read, I swear. Not as accessible as Vineland, perhaps, but a lot easier reading than Gravities Rainbow, or the spotty and difficult Mason &Dixon. In V, the young Pynchon shows his early genius and wit.

Confession: I have not actually read this book in about 8 years, that was my third reading, but I suspect that if it wasn't dated in 1997, after being written in 1960, it isn't dated now.