/lit/ - Literature

>>14522791
What happens in that room?

>>12830649
Holy fuck is this image real!?=

>>12114030
I-I can't...

>>12100679
>that occult statue between them
what does it mean

Redpill me on IG Farben. What did Pynchon find out?

>>9414453
>get a copy of Gravity's Rainbow from the library
>there aren't any highlights or anything but there's only exactly one passage that's heavily underlined

>They will use us. We will help legitimize Them, though They don’t need it really, it’s another dividend for Them, nice but not critical. . . .

>Oh yes, isn’t that exactly what They’ll do. Bringing Roger now, at a less than appropriate time and place here in the bosom of the Opposition, while his life’s first authentic love is squirming only to get home and take another wad of Jeremy’s sperm so they’ll make their day’s quota—in the middle of all that he has to walk (ow, fuck) right into the interesting question, which is worse: living on as Their pet, or death? It is not a question he has ever imagined himself asking seriously. It has come by surprise, but there’s no sending it away now, he really does have to decide, and soon enough, plausibly soon, to feel the terror in his bowels. Terror he cannot think away. He has to choose between his life and his death. Letting it sit for a while is no compromise, but a decision to live, on Their terms. . . .

W-What did they mean by this?

>He is the father you will never quite manage to kill. The Oedipal situation in the Zone these days is terrible. There is no dignity. The mothers have been masculinized to old worn moneybags of no sexual interest to anyone, and yet here are their sons, still trapped inside inertias of lust that are 40 years out of date. The fathers have no power today and never did, but because 40 years ago we could not kill them, we are condemned now to the same passivity, the same masochist fantasies they cherished in secret, and worse, we are condemned in our weakness to impersonate men of power our own infant children must hate, and wish to usurp the place of, and fail… So generation after generation of men in love with pain and passivity serve out their time in the Zone, silent, redolent of faded sperm, terrified of dying, desperately addicted to the comforts others sell them, however useless, ugly or shallow, willing to have life defined for them by men whose only talent is for death.
W-wew...

>>9310121
>tfw can't argue against Adam Lanza's arguments

>Byron, as he burns on, sees more and more of this pattern. He learns how to make contact with other kinds of electric appliances, in homes, in factories and out in the streets. Each has something to tell him. The pattern gathers in his soul (Seek, as the core of the earlier carbon filament was known in Germany), and the grander and clearer it grows, the more desperate Byron gets. Someday he will know everything, and still be as impotent as before. His youthful dreams of organizing all the bulbs in the world seem impossible now—the Grid is wide open, all messages can be overheard, and there are more than enough traitors out on the line. Prophets traditionally don't last long—they are either killed outright, or given an accident serious enough to make them stop and think, and most often they do pull back. But on Byron has been visited an even better fate. He is condemned to go on forever, knowing the truth and powerless to change anything. No longer will he seek to get off the wheel. His anger and frustration will grow without limit, and he will find himself, poor perverse bulb, enjoying it. ...

W-What did Pynchon know?

>tfw I have to return my copy of The Recognitions to the library next week and I haven't even finished half of it yet

Re-reading Gravity's Rainbow makes me feel like I'm going crazy. Holy shit.

>tfw Gravity's Rainbow starts making TOO much sense
h-holy fuck

>>9118597
>>9118600
>I'm not a robot (ignore this, its for captcha verification)
nervous

>The King of Cups, crowning his hopes, is the fair intellectual-king. If you’re wondering where he’s gone, look among the successful academics, the Presidential advisers, the token intellectuals who sit on boards of directors. He is almost surely there. Look high, not low.
His future card, the card of what will come, is The World.
W-What did Pynchon mean by this?