Identifying with TRP characters

[jporter]

> From: "Henry Musikar" <scuffling at hotmail.com>

> 
> Been a while. Howdy folks. I know this conversation must have died a long
> time ago, but I've been busy.
> 
> Anybody who has loved and lost has gotta identify with Roger. Anybody who is
> or has been paranoid, not just a conspiracy freak, is gonna identify with
> Slothrop VERY strongly.
> 
> Not that anybody that I know...
> 
> AsB4,
> HenryMu


No excuses, Henry. You've been A.W.O.L.  A- and your showing your
masculinity.... again, for siding with The Not So Jolly (he's beginning to
look like Pirate) Roger, especially during perfectly logical responses such
as:

" 'We're going to be married. We're trying very hard to have a baby.' "

And then the line of the section:

    "All at once there is nothing but his asshole between Gravity and
Roger."

Poisson ain't gonna to be much help in that situation. The days of random
bliss have come to an end. Peace is at hand, and all the cheap nihilism in
the world ain't worth a damn. When push comes to shove, the only chance he's
got: the sphincter he thought was his own. (They start when you're young
with that conditioning.)

Jess has turned him to shinola with a wrinkle of her nose, and he's got to
decide whether it's worth the effort to keep his life from being flushed
down the tube and re-emerging, through a pynchonian wormhole, as a sitcom
character in Vineland, doomed to be re-run endlessly as late night cable
filler. Shit, in other words.

You can do it, Roger! Keep cool. (I'm rooting for him!) It's the opposite of
control, as easy as ESP. (Ironic, ain't it?) You might not win the lotto,
old chap, but you can learn to live within yourself. And if you're lucky
(seems there is bit of chance involved, after all), you might learn to care.

Maybe not. Anyway, it's good to hear from you, Henry.

jody