These were my two favorite writers when i was a teenager. I feel like Pynchon’s writings are the best written analog to real delusion and Joyce’s later work is the best written expression of hallucination/disorganized thought. Does anyone else here agree?
Specifically the crying of lot 49 is a book that i think everyone here would relate to in an uncanny way. The symbolic connections that happen in almost supernatural ways is really cool, and it makes me wonder if pynchon actually experienced that kind of stuff in his life. (If so, it’s remarkable how well he’s managed to function with severe delusions and extreme mistrust of psychiatrists.)
I read both ulysses and gravity’s rainbow obsessively when i was unemployed, literally i did nothing else for two months.