/lit/ - Literature

Why doesn't he just accept to make an interview?

>>10582297
> mfw /lit/ poster doesn't understand irony

Dodo birds = Jews

>Trees, now-Slothrop's intensely alert to trees, finally. When he comes in among trees he will spend time touching them, studying them, sitting very quietly near them and understanding that each tree is a creature, carrying on its individual life, aware of what's happening around it, not just some hunk of wood to be cut down. Slothrop's family actually made its money killing trees, amputating them from their roots, chopping them up, grinding them to pulp, bleaching that to paper and getting paid for this with more paper. "That's really insane." He shakes his head. "There's insanity in my family." He looks up. The trees are still. They know he's there. They probably also know what he's thinking. "I'm sorry," he tells them. "I can't do anything about those people, they're all out of my reach. What can I do?" A medium-size pine nearby nods its top and suggests, "Next time you come across a logging operation out here, find one of their tractors that isn't being guarded, and take its oil filter with you. That's what you can do.

>Give a reason why you love or hate me.

>But they produced nothing but talk and at that not very good talk. A few like Slab actually did what they professed; turned out a tangible product. But again, what? Cheese Danishes. Or this technique for the sake of technique—Catatonic Expressionism. Or parodies on what someone else had already done.
>So much for Art. What of Thought? The Crew had developed a kind of shorthand whereby they could set forth any visions that might come their way. Conversations at the Spoon had become little more than proper nouns, literary allusions, critical or philosophical terms linked in certain ways. Depending on how you arranged the building blocks at your disposal, you were smart or stupid. Depending on how others reacted they were In or Out. The number of blocks, however, was finite.

I remember Pynchon or a genuine Pynchon imitator popped onto /lit/ a while ago and argued some points in The Crying of Lot 49. Didn't he post an email address for prospective students to contact him?
I and many others would love to get a recommended reading list written up by the bucktooth recluse.

Oedipa lost her shit and cared too much and lost herself in the system.

Slothrop didn't give a shit, and because of that he just left the system entirely.

Haven't read Bleeding Edge, but it wasn't really written by Pynchon so it's okay.

I'll do you one better.

>But they produced nothing but talk and at that not very good talk. A few like Slab actually did what they professed; turned out a tangible product. But again, what? Cheese Danishes. Or this technique for the sake of technique—Catatonic Expressionism. Or parodies on what someone else had already done.
>So much for Art. What of Thought? The Crew had developed a kind of shorthand whereby they could set forth any visions that might come their way. Conversations at the Spoon had become little more than proper nouns, literary allusions, critical or philosophical terms linked in certain ways. Depending on how you arranged the building blocks at your disposal, you were smart or stupid. Depending on how others reacted they were In or Out. The number of blocks, however, was finite.

>>6206999
>Sensor

>mfw she publishes some incomprehensible hallucinatory Pynchonesque shit from the 50s and is hailed as a precursor of Pomo

yfw Pynchon is a tripfag on this board

>>5927640

/lit/ can count as a friend

>>5849406

this is also a good reference

>pynchon will never do an interview

just die in my sleep already

Wait, fuck, is this not a real pic of him?

This article has a whole bunch of info on his life

http://www.vulture.com/2013/08/thomas-pynchon-bleeding-edge.html

>>4960582

Do you like this essay?

>http://adilegian.com/FranzenGaddis.htm

Yes. He's a real person who lives in New York and has a family.

You can find a lot of juicy Pynchon info here:

>http://www.vulture.com/2013/08/thomas-pynchon-bleeding-edge.html

>>4563444

>>4161569

did he look like this