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“Who's that with the beard?”

Koteks looked at both sides, then rolled his chair closer. ‘You know the Nefastis Machine?’ Oedipa only widened her eyes. ‘Well, this was invented by John Nefastis, who’s up at Berkeley now.

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Inherent Vice (William Gaddis's The Recognitions)

From page 182 of my copy of William Gaddis’s The Recognitions. (See also and also).


Bleeding Edge - Thomas Pynchon: A Review

Date Finished: November 2nd 2018

Despite only having read The Crying of Lot 49, some of V. when I was too young to understand it, and half of… 913 more words


“and known, then, because of a painting”

In Mexico City they somehow wandered into an exhibition of paintings by the beautiful Spanish exile Remedios Varo: in the central paintings of a triptych, titled ‘Bordando el Manto Terrestre’, were a number of frail girls with heart-shaped faces, huge eyes, spun-gold hair, prisoners in the top room of a circular tower, embroidering a kind of tapestry which spilled out the slit windows and into a void, seeking hopelessly to fill the void: for all the other buildings and creatures, all the waves, ships and forests of the earth were contained in this tapestry, and the tapestry was the world.

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Anal explosive

Thomas Pynchon
Penguin, 2000

The title for part 2, “Un perm’ au Casino Hermann Goering,” is simple yet maybe untranslatable in the same way that Manet’s  1,068 more words


Reading things

I noticed recently that I had unconsciously allowed my reading habits to slip, relegating books to subway commutes and the bedside. This had to change. Here’s a quick overview of the notables I’ve picked up since. 636 more words

Pop Culture And Its Discontents

Oh, banana!

Thomas Pynchon
Penguin, 2000

Some discrete moments jumped out at me in part one of GR, “Beyond the Zero,” this time.

During the Banana Breakfast sequence, just before Pirate serves that disgusting amount of food, we get a paragraph about the Banana Breakfast smell. 1,848 more words