Thomas Pynchon is a reclusive American novelist possessed by a 
        certain eclectis genius, and architect of literary structures that
        range from immense tesseracts to tiny, perfect gems. Charting a 
        dizzying course through the worlds hidden in the curve between the 
        blue depths of Absolute Zero and the ineffable awareness of the 
        Universe Entire, his works explore the vast space between Burroughs' 
        'schlupp' and Joyce's 'yes'. Author of only a quintet of novels and a 
        few short stories, his creations have been hailed as some of the most 
        original works to have been transmuted from the decay of the twentieth 
        century. 
             Pynchon's style of writing is unique electrifying, and complex. A 
        potential map to self-awareness as well as an intricate puzzle-box, 
        this postmodern Deadalus has paradoxically constructed his verbal 
        mazes not to confound, but to reveal. Simply put, his iconoclastic 
        prose is both gnostic in intention and delightful in execution. Like 
        the labyrinthine chains of DNA coiled in the nucleus of life, it is 
        often dense and convoluted in structure, but the encoded message is 
        shimmering, elusive, and profound. And, like life itself, it presents 
        equal measures of beauty and ogscenity, awareness and obfuscation, 
        comedy and tragedy. 
 

Source:  Thomas Ruggles Pynchon Jr.