I've finished Pynchon's Against the Day. I paused to read other things in between, but I enjoyed it on the whole. However I think it suffered from the same thing as the last one, Mason and Dixon, in that it tailed off towards the end. There are certainly some excellent bits, but not enough Pugnax, frankly, and, too much wierd sex in the last couple of hundred pages.The bit with the flirty dog Mouffette was quoted in the Literary Review's preview guide to the Bad Sex award. I can't believe David Mitchell didn't win for the woman making a noise like a tortured moomintroll.
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