California's silent screaming

[Terrance]

In a land where anybody can be
 whoever they want to be, novelists don't delve
 too deeply into the question of who people
 really are, but rather trace the causal chain of
 one person knocking into another, bang bang,
 until somebody winds up dead. Even Pynchon's
 great California novels, Vineland and The
 Crying of Lot 49, are about revealing
 conspiracies of meaning which, in the long run,
 mean nothing at all. 

http://www.the-times.co.uk/

Nothing at all? Oh, I thought, well, you know what they say
about thoughts in NY.