We could tell you the year is 1944, that the main character is called Tyrone Slothrop and that he has a problem because bombs are falling across Europe and crashing to earth at the exact at the exact locations of his sexual conquests. But that doesn't really begin to cover it.
Reading this book is like falling down a rabbit hole into an outlandish, sinister, mysterious, absurd, compulsive netherworld. As the Financial times said, 'you must forget earlier notions about life and letters and even the Novel.' Forty years since publications, Gravity's Rainbow has lost non of its power to enthral.