The original mystery novel for hipsters.

I recognized a lot of elements that I should have enjoyed, but I just didn't enjoy them. I do appreciate how the story unfolded and ended. There just wasn't a connection, I guess. ( )

agatha christie with longer sentences ( )

I can count on one hand the number of books I've rated one star, but this book was simply awful. From the non-existent character development (never mind their motivations) to the irritating fake history descriptions to the mere semblance of a plot . . .other than the use of vocabulary, I struggled to find anything redeeming about it. Did I mention it was breathtakingly boring? It might be great if you have insomnia and need a sleep aid. I challenge you to read more than 10 pages after 8 pm and stay awake.

The plot is ostensibly about a women, Oedipa Maas, who is named as the executor for her ex-boyfriend's will. As she goes about her duties, she appears to unearth an alternative postal system called W.A.S.T.E. As she tries to unravel the "mystery" of W.A.S.T.E., she visits a number of people who provide clues, many of whom shortly thereafter die and most of whom have some sort of affiliation with her ex. Over time, Oedipa isn't sure if she's uncovering some kind of conspiracy or if perhaps the joke is on her, and her ex set her up for sort of crazy-making wild goose chase.

The good news is that reader couldn't give a darn, because lo and behold, the author leaves the true answer up in the air. After boring the reader to tears.

So if you like a book with next to no character development, a lot of punny names (Stanley Koteks give you an idea of how juvenile it gets), a snorefest of a plot, and no resolution, then this book is for you.

I'll give it this - it was short. Thank god.

On another entirely unrelated note, it did become very, very clear to me that David Foster Wallace was heavily influenced by Pynchon. I thought [b:Infinite Jest|6759|Infinite Jest|David Foster Wallace|https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1446876799s/6759.jpg|3271542] was very creative (even though I definitely was not a fan) with moments of brilliance, but now, I can see how much he was inspired by this guy. I did laugh some at Infinite Jest, and I managed to read the whooolllle thing. So it was better. I don't think I could have stood one more page of Pynchon. ( )

Un buen día, la señora Edipa Maas se entera de que ha sido nombrada albacea de una inmensa fortuna por su ex amante Pierce, un millonario californiano. Una serie de sorprendentes coincidencias la pondrán sobre la pista de un delirante misterio en el que se cruzan personajes tan estrafalarios como su marido, Mucho Maas -aficionado al grupo británico Dick el Sucio y los Volkswagen, pero en cuyo éxito no cree-, el doctor Hilarius -un obseso freudiano salido del campo de concentración de Buchenwald-, Gengis Cohen -un eminente filatélico de Los Angeles-, o los abogados Warpe, Wistfull, Kubitschek y McMingus, y el entrañable Randolph Driblette…También deberá enfrentarse con las más estrambóticas organizaciones, como la R.E.S.T.O.S. -una extraña red postal de proscritos-, o la no menos enloquecida Yoyodyne S.A., hasta caer en la cuenta de que la revelación final radica precisamente en la subasta del lote 49.