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Pynchon's The Crying of Lot 49. The longest short novel I've ever read, an exercise in literary masturbation in which stupid names (e.g. Genghis Cohen) are considered brilliant literary satire. I know Pynchon is supposed to be a Great American Novelist, and I was looking forward to reading it (really), but man, I could not find a single thing about that book that I liked or admired.
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