C. by Tom McCarthy
I made a lot of notes for the first half of this book and then I got bored. The book picked up again later but for about 75 pages in the middle it was nothing but war and tunnels and drugs. Okay fine. But I was never able to get back “into” the book.
There’s a lot of Pynchon in this book, from “as above, so below,” little ditties, “everything is connected” and Kenosha. Lots more.
What I loved was the beautifully crafted and wonderfully dense prose. The first part reminded me of The Children’s Book by A.S. Byatt. Then the setting changed to a mountain health resort – The Magic Mountain or The Road To Wellville, I’m sure. But then came Gravity’s Rainbow with the
The name is from Carbon, I suppose, but there are lots of “C” words in the book – Carrafax (the protagonist) for one.
Carrafax is in tune with something most of us are not. How he got that way is a question, could have been his birth, his sister, his near death experiences. He sees and hears things most of us don’t. There’s a rhythm to the universe, a sound.
The setting varies as he travels from his home in Kent, England, to a health resort in Bavaria, to the WWI war front in northern France and finally, to Egypt.