/lit/ - Literature

>>15291145
paperbackdreams? more like wet dreams

>>15216314

>>13057627
I'm >>13056932. The book reads like what I imagine ready player one is like but for 70s hippiesm I've said it before every time this book comes up and i'll say it again
>psssssst
>hey kid
>this book has drugs and sex in it
>yeah that's right lmao
later
>AND THEN WILLIAM BURROUGHS SHOWED UP TO THE GAY RIGHTS PROTEST
>AND WE RECITED JOYCE, REMINISCENT OF GRAVITY'S RAINBOW BY THOMAS PYNCHON
I believe the Roberts probably collected a shitty amalgamation of conspiracy theories and sex stories from playboy before 1973. Believing this novel was "Gravity's Rainbow before Gravity's Rainbow" because the authors said so is pants on head retarded. The existence of TCoL49 and V. should put these claims to bed instantly

>>12925241
“Dammit.”
“You better help your friend Tao-Lin, or he might find himself in a world of pain.”
Ahead, Tao Lin could hear David’s frantic cries for help. Taking out his knife out of its boot holder, Tao Lin turned the corner to find David Foster Wallace in the slimy grip of a giant octopus.
“This wasn’t in the plan David!”
“Give me the knife!” cried David Foster Wallace as he viciously gouged at the octopus’s eyes with his one free hand
Tao Lin threw the knife and it whirled through the air. David caught the knife in one hand and tore it through the octopuses’ fleshy ‘head’. Writhing in pain, the octopus wheeled in pain, dropping the writer onto his feet. Tao Lin leapt forward with his icepick, and with one swift move thrust it into the octopus’ brain.
“This is so going in my blog.”
The housetrained kraken spasmed on the floor for a full minute, then stood still.
“You might be the most impressive writers yet.”
“You’re not as smart as you think you are Pynchon.” Cried back DFW.
“I never said I was smart, only creative!”
With a mechanical click, the floor beneath Tao Lin and David Foster Wallace swung in like a trapdoor. David desperately grasped for the ledge, and Tao Lin managed to grab his hanging ankle, leaving them both hanging precariously from the side. Looking down they could see vicious metal stakes sticking through the basement’s cold concrete floor. Scattered around the room was a number of skeletons, the one directly below them still wearing a cowboy hat.
“Cormac. Pynchon you bastard!”
“Tao, even my serving arm can’t keep us from falling from much longer. You have to do something now.”
Tao struggled to pull himself upwards to see anything that might save them.
“The octopus!”
Taking their rope, Tao Lin threw it with all his might. Above he heard the claw sink into the octopus’ flesh. With a ferocious pull he sent the octopus flying past them and into the basement below. With that Tao Lin jumped off the wall and landed on the octopus’ thick body, the metal spikes unable to reach him.
“Come on down David.”
Once David Foster Wallace was too standing on Pynchon’s pet octopus, Tao Lin threw the hook back up, where it stuck fast on the staircase’s bannister. Swinging across a row of spikes and pulling themselves up, the side of the basement’s wall the carefully ascended the stairs.

https://www.scribd.com/doc/100899/Pynchon-s-Intro-to-Orwell-s-1984