We could tell you the year is 1944, that the main character is
called Tyrone Slothrop and that he has a problem because bombs are
falling across Europe and crashing to earth at the exact locations
of his sexual conquests. But that doesn’t really begin to cover it.
Reading this book is like falling down a rabbit hole into an
outlandish, sinister, mysterious, absurd, compulsive netherworld.
As the Financial Times said, ‘you must forget earlier notions about
life and letters and even the Novel.’ Forty years since
publication, Gravity’s Rainbow has lost none of its power to