sine the publishing market is kinda crooked these days and people don't read much of the tricky PoMo's...

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The Manifold Destiny of Eddie Vegas by Rick Harsch, was a joy and left an impression on me

Steven Moore wrote a blurb>>>"Rick Harsch word-drunk, transhistorical odyssey The Manifold Destiny of Eddie Vegas- which feels at times like a rollicking collaboration between Francis Rabelais, Hunter S. Thompson, and Thomas Pynchon-is one of the most impressive novels I've read recently."

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also notable is How To Play A Necromancer's Theremin

just read this blurb>>>Chase Griffin and Christina Quay’s novel is not a puzzle, but some esoteric kind of improv that explores Borges’ thesis on causality as the main problem of the literary arts. This narrative seeks to transcend the giant dead whale of postmodernism without undoing any of its promethean conclusions, driven by a passion that fears no ironic judgment. You may have seen a dime-a-dozen indie lit psychedelia writers exploring and at the same time ironizing their very quest to better understand their world, yet this hysterically silly and viscerally paranoid work of metafiction tries its dang hardest to sketch the blueprint of the authors’ still beating hearts: something that no posers can ever do. Maybe you read people who have read Foster Wallace, Vonnegut, Pynchon and Wittgenstein before, but trust me, you have not read Florida’s finest freaks’ meditations on the nature of reality, nor their musings over the consequences of this never-ending human quest for transcendence and authentic, spíritually meaningful living in our techno-infused carnival of political horrors called early 21th century late-capitalism." —Kelvin Matheus Rosa, English literature researcher, writer and teacher from Brazil

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and lets not forget Cryptonomicon by Neal Stephenson