/lit/ - Literature

>>22775908

Why was he so obsessed with Germans?

What should be my last Pynchon? Considering it is very unlikely that he releases another novel what should be the lasts of his works to read, not counting Slow Learner, of course.

bruh look at this dude

>>20600975
Basically, the exquisite art of Pynchon's writing is creating a sense of ubiquitous conspiracy when it's in fact all smoke and mirrors on Pynchon's part. Even when you know it's all atmosphere, it's still amazing to get into that Pynchonian mindset where everything seems meaningful. Pynchon's breakthrough was to write novels that were about the act of literary analysis, which with its drawing connections and looking beneath, the literary critic is sort of like a conspiracy theorist. And Pynchon's novels (esp GR) is written to thwart this sort of analysis deliberately, but create an irresistible feeling that if one were to just analyze further, the truth can be found out. His novels are about reading novels.

R.I.P.

#6

Why should I read this fuck?

>She knew instinctively: he will be fine as the fraternity boy just out of an Ivy League school who knows he will never stop being a fraternity boy as long as he lives. But who still feels he is missing something, and so hangs at the edges of the Whole Sick Crew. If he is going into management, he writes. If he is an engineer or architect why he paints or sculpts. He will straddle the line, aware up to the point of knowing he is getting the worst of both worlds, but never stopping to wonder why there should ever have been a line, or even if there is a line at all. He will learn how to be a twinned man and will go on at the game, straddling until he splits up the crotch and in half from the prolonged tension, an then he will be destroyed.

Just swap to this image instead, all the cool kids are doing it

Pynch... easy on the anti-globalist agenda

I wish this was my dad.

Is there still a /lit/ discord group?

Hardons

So when are we going to get together and track this mother fucker down.

Gather round while I sing you
of Wernher von Braun,
A man whose allegiance
Is ruled by expedience.
Call him a Nazi, he won't even frown.
"Nazi sch-mazi", says Wernher von Braun.

Don't say that he's hypocritical,
Say rather that he's apolitical.
"Once ze rockets go up,
who cares vere zey come down?
Zat's not my department,"
says Wernher von Braun.

Some have harsh words
for this man of renown,
But some think our attitude
Should be one of gratitude,
Like the widows and cripples
in old London town
Who owe their large pensions
to Wernher von braun.

You too may be a big hero,
Once you've learned to count backwards to zero.
"In German, und English
I know how to count down,
And I'm learning Chinese,"
says Wernher von braun.

>tfw can't find my writing usb thumbdrive
>tfw it contains the latest draft of three short stories

oh god

>Oedipa settled back, to await the crying of lot 49.

What a fucking hack.

>tfw ridiculously smart

"GOD NO. That's not writing, that's typing. Anybody can drop acid and get fucked in the ass by a saintly motorcycle. You don't even have to do it, you can just pretend, and suddenly an untalented woman is superhot gay writer "JT Leroy". Please. Ginsberg is barely a poet."

I saw Pynchon at a grocery store in New York yesterday. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person and congratulated him all his great literary achievements, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything.

He replied, “Let me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed”

I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “Jesus God man" and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen bananas in his hands without paying.

The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be paranoid and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.

When she took one of the snickers and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent entropy,” and then turned around and winked at me. After she scanned each banana and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by saying "A SCREAMING COMES ACROSS THE SKY" really loudly.