It matters not . . .

[Jhildt at aol.com]

H. A. Gebhardt quoted somebody (and I'm to lazy to look up the attribution)
as saying:

<The close textual juxtaposition of the events ... just seems to outweigh the
_timing_ problems (seventies vs forties). I guess I figured that if
characters, rockets and plotlines were coalescing right and left, why not
_time_.>

Absolutely.  I don't see the timing as a problem at all, _if_ you're willing
(not that there's too much of a choice) to take the "non-literal" view.  To
me, noticing a VW in LA just cemented the deal (at least between TP and this
particular reader).

You know, a TP guru of mine (who's unfortunately not netted), assumed for
years that the rocket was heading for a theatre in London (as opposed to a
theater in LA).  Now that would be full circle for you.   But I just can't
help feeling, however, after having spent 759 pages in the company of this
brilliant and peculiar writer, that there wouldn't be a pat "answer" at the
end.  Rather an intuitive, visceral reading experience as a wrap up. So
that's what it is to me.
                     
                                 Jeffrey (abstract expressionist manque)

Some people see an elephant 
Some see a bench  
I see a blob of paint.