Both were such a pleasure to read. It's like I have a new favourite author without ever having read anything by him. Deep, blistering satire that bordered on the kind of cruelty that could only have started as love, for me, was Evelyn Waugh's "Scoop," and W. Sommerset Maughm's "The Magician," but Gaddis sounds like someone to take a week off and rent a cottage somewhere to read it. I read a couple of Pynchon books but the thing about post modern writers to me was I always got the sense that if it didn't grab you, it was about you and that kind of put me off.