I smell Thomas Pynchon

I hastily snatched Infinite Jest from the reshelving trolley at my library, but only 45 pages in, I seem to be catching an unwholesome whiff of Gravity’s Rainbow. I so want to like it, since I am pulling for any book that makes me laugh out loud on the bus ride home from library, but Gravity’s Rainbow was a grueling experience. Is there anyone out there who cares to persuade me to plow through?

Hmm. It occurs to me that I last read Gravity’s Rainbow in my early twenties, and maybe I ought to take another whack at it.