Who the Hell Is This Joyce (1928)
> Who the hell is this Joyce who demands so many waking hours of the few thousand I have still to live for a proper appreciation of his quirks and fancies and flashes of rendering?<p>This is a perfect phrasing of my feelings about all postmodern literature. I tried so hard to get into Pynchon but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was the butt of an elaborate practical joke.