/lit/ - Literature

>>11647873
well, why should things be easy to understand?

>>10074965
I absolutely MUST assert that Pynchon is an absolutely FABULOUS writer, because my absolute FAVORITE thing in a book is a goof, a gag, a joke, silly and boyish behavior, which his books are FULL to the BRIM of. Every novel of his is like an absolutely gorgeous novelty snake can, in which you open the book and (Pop!) you get a face absolutely FULL of snakes, and you fall back absolutely cackling at the MADMAN, the CRACK genius that he is to do it! And you think to yourself, "Hmmm, what will he do next, this absolutely gorgeous trickster," and you pick the book up again and (Shock!) you get a shock, and (Hahaha!!!) you've been pranked again by that absolute PYNCHmeister, that absolute card to do it! "Did that PYNCH, mademoiselle?" he asks, mistaking your gender again like all those nasty boys at school do, laughing that fantastic laugh of his that goes, "Yukyukyuk!" Look at that card as he shoves a pair of plastic buckteeth right up into his handsome mouth and shows them to you like the absolute madman that he is (left, right, and center). "Do you like these, mademoiselle? Does it make me look handsome?" He pulls out a fantastic mirror, and "Ah!" he says, with a hand to his absolutely NAUGHTY mouth, and you've fell on your tush again laughing with sheer hysterical laughter as he snaps his suspenders, leaves, then comes back again carrying an absolutely fabulous golden huge gong.

>>9734978
man lady or lady man?

Does he navigate around his mansion by pedalling furiously on an undersized tricycle?

How does he know so much shit?
There will be a small mention of chemistry in a book, and then hell do 10 pages of exposition into the relevant chemistry while also interposing jokes that somehow link chemistry into the main theme of the book
Or that part where he basically inserted a play into the middle of 49

>>8290617
(aint engineering like a square no way)
I’m doped right now
man vineland is good!
if you agree with bloom ...
would you please.. get out of here

this pynchon right here
is awfully crazy, better annotate it
i fear government
and corporations i’m politically jaded
hash and red cap while i read
but american sublime is all i need
finish with v, read bleeding edge,
mason and dixon time to read again
man i love pynchon

i wanna read pynchon for the rest of my life
put proust aside, i’m done with james joyce
put on some miles, plasticman is so choice,
i love watching cartoons made for young boys
so pack me a bowl, let’s read on
sucked in by the prose, whats goin on
i’m slothrop in london, head of achtung
got a big dong, no inamorata anon
always on the run, the zone ain’t no fun
you never did, the kenosha kid
your words aren’t wasted, when you write by waste and,
just read ‘last song’ and all i can say is

this pynchon right here
is awfully crazy, better annotate it
i fear government
and corporations i’m politically jaded
hash and red cap while i read
but dense pomo plots are all need
finish ATD, read inherent vice,
skim slow learner, back to slothrop’s plight
man i love pynchon

i can’t tell you what i learned from pomo,
but i could recite a plot line or two
you know of course they hold some truths, like:
when a conditioned cock detected bombs
and when the mechanical duck turned its poop on
or when mondaugen crashed at foppl's too long
or stencil had a one letter clue to go on
read against the day like 'what the hell is goin on?'
hard to complain when the chums are so damn fun
words aren’t wasted, when you mail by waste and,
rereading V and all i can say is ...

( und so weiter . . . )

>>8230375
I should know.

my favourite /s
(its a joke cause he is actually mentioned a lot in /lit/) :PP

>>7550803
also ye i imagine IV is better translated since M&D is written entirely in a pynchon's take on a 18th century style english with semi-irregular capitalisation and odd punctuation to boot...?

>>7497956
donny won't for sure and ruggles has got a couple more years in him for sure

When did you realize you can't know anything, /lit/?

>Snow-Balls have flown their Arcs, starr'd the Sides of Outbuildings, as of Cousins, carried Hats away into the brisk Wind off Delaware,-- the Sleds are brought in and their Runners carefully dried and greased, shoes deposited in the back Hall, a stocking'd-foot Descent made upon the great Kitchen, in a purposeful Dither since Morning, punctuated by the ringing Lids of Boilers and Stewing-Pots, fragrant with Pie-Spices, peel'd Fruits, Suet, heated Sugar,-- the Children, having all upon the Fly, among rhythmic slaps of Batter and Spoon, coax'd and stolen what they might, proceed, as upon each afternoon all this snowy December, to a comfortable Room at the rear of the House, years since given over to their carefree Assaults.