This wasn’t too terribly hard of a read, really. As soon as I dropped notions of trying to figure out what’s going on right away and just let it sort wash over me, everything went fairly smoothly. It seems like it’s more about evoking a mood than telling a story anyway. Like atmospheric music almost. I think it’s given me more of a sense of what the cold, relentless terror of living through years of WWII in Europe must have been like than anything else I’ve read to date. It’s really entropic and obfuscatory, but the wordplay, and the interspersed hilarious bits and passages of stark clarity made it more than worth the slog through the hazier parts. Definitely didn’t get even close to everything out of it that I could have, but I got through it ok, and will probably re-read it some day with a guide to see what else is there.