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What a big strange book this is and an incredible achievement on a lot of levels. I would compare this less to Tolstoy (except the length) and more to Joyce or Proust. Forrest has an encyclopedic knowledge of both those writers as well as Shakespeare, the Bible, Dostoyevsky, pretty much the history of western literature. So many references, DD demands a footnote reader if a scholar out there would ever take the time to make one. Forrest tussles with American history in complex and complicated ways. The style is recursive, discursive, ecstatic, exhaustive, exhausting. He falls in fairly traditional lines of misogyny and homophobia, but his Joubert has depth and the depth allows for some forgiveness on that front. I wish he had treated the suicide of a major character with more urgency (Joubert goes on a whole chapter's intellectual journey at the barber shop before dealing with the news properly) but all in all, this book is as ambitious as they come, and there is no other book quite like it out there. Forrest writes like Forrest, its difficult to think of others' style that matches, and for that alone, this book and perhaps all his others are worth the time it takes to read him.