I picked up Gravity's Rainbow again the other day with the intention of finishing it, and immediately realised I couldn't be arsed. So instead I dug out a copy of The Satanic Verses I borrowed from my aunt a couple of years ago, and the opening chapter is one of the most annoying things I've read in a very long time. I'll persevere for a bit at least and see if it gets any better.
Just not sure I've got the patience these days for flashy po-mo literary gymnastics that's in love with it's own dazzling cleverness. Stop showing off and tell me a fucking story, you cunt!