Ignoring all of the confusion and madness thus far in GR, I've recently been trying to pause and appreciate some of Pynchon's amazing, and often beautiful, writing. In many sections, the more straightforward ones in particular, I've been continually impressed with just how great Pynchon's prose is. From the opening lines "a screaming comes across the sky" I knew that however confusing the book was (and oh my how ill prepared I was for it) I'd at least be in awe of at least a few passages.
In particular, I've enjoyed many of the sections with only a few characters, and those sections heavy in dialogue. Many of the scenes between Roger and Jessica were touching, and formed a good subplot among the rest of the war torn novel. Also, many of the lines such as "my mother is the war" are absolutely unforgettable. I agree with whoever mentioned that the most recent 100 pages were much easier to read than the previous 150. Though I got through them much more quickly, it was a very different experience without the struggle to comprehend. I've enjoyed both experiences, and I've been realizing more and more that much of Pynchon's strength lies in his ability to write in so many different ways without ever losing the reader.