“Perhaps her mind would go on flexing psychic muscles that no longer existed; would be betrayed and mocked by a phantom self as the amputee is by a phantom limb. 1,015 more words
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A DAY OR TWO LATER, Lew went up to Carefree Court. The hour was advanced, the light failing, the air heated by the Santa Ana wind.
Inherent Vice, Thomas Pynchon
I have had to reluctantly admit that I just don’t particularly care for Thomas Pynchon. Even though I should! Even though his books are full of absurdity; even though he’s the godfather of post-modernist fiction; even though he is beloved by most of the literary and intellectual sources I go to for recommendations. 337 more words