/lit/ - Literature

>>22415336
Why would he put a 9/11 conspiracy in it

>>22352553
It's a prank by Pierce. If you can't put that together, you've been filtered. The book is a postmodern masterwork by a postmodern genius. I'm not just throwing that sentence out there. The words of the book invent a "world" (Shall I project a world?) in which the estate of one Pierce Inverarity somehow brings Oedipa to a motel where Pierce's lawyer finds her, where the hotel's manager kid finds her and they all work for Pierce and guide her through a bunch of places (Pynchon guides the reader though a bunch of places) where secret mail groups keep being referenced. Blah blah blah. Words? Those we can talk about.

>>22353440
This poster is a genius. lol jk

>>22353570
>no menace
Arson, murder, Mossad, suicide? What book did you read?
>definitely had a proper central narrative nervous system
Yes, excellent plot. Doc was a legit hero.
I don't expect that you'd like the others based on what you didn't like about 49+IV.

>>20705074
>Karl Marx, that sly old racist skipping away with his teeth together and his eyebrows up trying to make believe it's nothing but Cheap Labor and Overseas Markets... Oh, no. Colonies are much, much more. Colonies are the outhouses of the European soul, where a fellow can let his pants down and relax, enjoy the smell of his own shit. Where he can fall on his slender prey roaring as loud as he feels like, and guzzle her blood with open joy. Eh? Where he can just wallow and rut and let himself go in a softness, a receptive darkness of limbs, of hair as woolly as the hair on his own forbidden genitals. Where the poppy, and the cannabis and coca grow full and green, and not to the colors and style of death, as do ergot and agaric, the blight and fungus native to Europe. Christian Europe was always death, Karl, death and repression. Out and down in the colonies, life can be indulged, life and sensuality in all its forms, with no harm done to the Metropolis, nothing to soil those cathedrals, white marble statues, noble thoughts... No word ever gets back. The silences down here are vast enough to absorb all behavior, no matter how dirty, how animal it gets. . . .

...is what he meant.

>>20663693
6'2

>>20602480
>Didn't Pynchon live in northern California for a while? Wasn't that what Vineland was all about?

A: Yes. For a long time.. possibly as long as ten years, Mr. Pynchon lived in a town called Aptos in northern California (not confirmed and possibly some place right next to Aptos, California. This is what Vineland is about if you
haven't read it.

>>20575144

#12

What genuinely great works of literature, or really any creations in any art form, have been produced since the turn of the millennium?

>>12346582
So Pynchon wore the exact same jacket at the exact same spot with the exact same person as he did 20 years ago?

Anyone just fuck up the ELAT like me?

A biography of Pinecone would probably be very boring, the guy by all accounts leads a very quiet, insular life. I mean, look at this picture from that CNN report mentioned by the anon above, he's just some random old guy, you know. He isn't some magic being, paranoia personified.

I would fucking love to see him write about his full-length works like he did his short stories in Slow Learner though. What he thinks about them now, what his writing process is like. Alas, that's even less likely to happen.

>>10700924
He's talking about this, I guess.

Seeing as I just happening to be reading Bloom right now, he says that in France the influence of Descartes is the equivalent to Shakespeare and Goethe in Britain and Germany.

just, y'know, to add the opinion of someone better read than the entirety of all /lit/izens off all time, combined.

>>10415671
he is my aesthetic

Where is he in Inherent vice?

I met Thomas Pynchon on the D train this morning. He was sitting alone in the last car, reading "Fanged Noumena" by Nick Land.

>Hi, Mr. Pynchon. I love your work.

He thanked me for the compliment. His voice was quite raspy, and he coughed a bit, as if there were some viscous fluid lodged in his throat.

>If I may, sir, do you have any projects in the works?
>I do, yes.

He didn't seem irritated by my question, and in fact he was almost open to the conversation.

>What about? I enjoyed Bleeding Edge very much.
>Thank you. It is a novel. It is an exploration of the internet's impact on globalization and the social effects of post-fordian surplus value on technologically advancing first world countries. An example being the NEET (Yes, he actually said NEET) phenomenon, and how certain groups on the web collude anonymously to obstruct the process of democracy in America and Western Europe.

I was floored. I stood in silence for several seconds.

>W-w-wow, Mr. Pynchon. I cannot wait to read it.
>Call me Tom, he said.

When we got to Fordham Road station he closed his book, smiled, and walked off the train into the fog of commuting bodies.

>>10083216
Pynch & Jackson

>>10070855

If he wasn't dressed operator, it wasn't him

>>10061184
Skip narration.
Use first person without 'I.'
Optional: Use frequent line breaks.

Pynchon does this really early in GR, but only for like one paragraph. Pirate is cooking. I've annotated with meme arrows and line breaks so you can more clearly how it's "analogous"

>Across a blue tile patio,
>in through a door to the kitchen.
>Routine: plug in American blending machine won from Yank last summer,
>some poker game,
>table stakes,
>B.O.Q.
>somewhere in the north,
>never remember now. . . .
>Chop several bananas into pieces.
>Make coffee in urn.
>Get can of milk from cooler.
>Puree ‘nanas in milk.
>Lovely.
>would coat all the booze-corroded stomachs of England. . . .
>Bit of marge,
>still smells all right,
>melt in skillet.
>Peel more bananas,
>slice lengthwise.
>Marge sizzling,
>in go long slices.
>Light oven
>whoomp
>blow us all up someday oh, ha, ha, yes.
>Peeled whole bananas to go on broiler grill soon as it heats.
>Find marshmallows. . . .

>>9697224
>He almost definitely does not look like that.

Anon, I...

>>9517039
DFW believed in a vague platonic God IIRC.