Threshold
Such to the dead might appear the world of living — charged with information, with meaning, yet somehow always just, terribly, beyond that fateful limen where any lamp of comprehension might beam forth –Thomas Pynchon, Against The Day
Housewarming
SO I have fallen behind with my Gravity’s Rainbow reading. I don’t know exactly why, but it’s not ‘catching’ me like Infinite Jest did. Not yet anyway. There have been beautiful passages thus far: the opening (“a screaming comes across…
Gravity’s Rainbow for the Fall
Now that I am wrapping up My Infinite Summer, mulling over Pemulis’ footnote-expulsion and wading through Gately’s ‘post-default-setting-violent-encounter’ recovery, I turn my mind to the next book. And just to re-iterate that the universe takes care of its own, another…