I've had a tough time with Pynchon. I liked him very much when I first read him. I liked him less with each book. He got denser and more complex in a way that didn't really pay off.
When my father passed away and then when later on I gave birth, those are sort of ground-breaking experiences that put everything else into perspective.
Ruins, for me, are the beginning. With the debris, you can construct new ideas. They are symbols of a beginning.