pynchon-l-digest V2 #1806

[Jane O' Sweet]

Doug Millison wrote:
> 
> >Doug:
> >  > Right you are, "Jane", to see Pynchon's work as exposing the danger
> >>  of systems, but  unfortunate you don't see that, as a system (and one
> >>  of the worst), capitalism falls within that danger zone.
> 
> "Jane"
> >I don't find any evidence of this in Pynchon's books. And
> >I'm still waiting, as is CFA, for one page, leaf, scrap,
> >one passage, paragraph, sentence, from any Pynchon text that
> >will convince me otherwise.
> 
> Looks like you'll be waiting a long time, then, not seeing the forest
> for the trees -- but maybe you could start with those trees that
> Mason and Dixon are chopping down to cut the Visto, work backwards to
> the chartr'd corporations that will profit from this exploitation,
> see the part these companies play in a global system of commerce
> (coffee, tea, sugar, iron, opium, and slaves) and the human misery it
> entails, see how those commercial interests at the dawn of capitalism
> manage to subvert the people's revolution that might have redeemed at
> least in part the rape of the new world -- Pynchon waxes rather
> poetic about America's dream and rather bitterly about its betrayal
> -- but instead move into the weapons trade (which we've already seen
> blossom in GR) and continued extermination of the indigenous
> inhabitants. If you can't find a critique of capitalism in that story
> line (especially as it amplifies and echoes similar themes in
> Pynchon's other novels), you will be waiting a very long time.
> --


When I consider how my posts are read
and just how blind in this forest I am of trees
I think to yank the beam from out your eye
and do a Brooklyn Bruiser on your knees
but then I think,  ah! what the heck
I think I'll keep my little spec
and bear the blindness of that spot
where only you know what is what 
still, this girl's textually supported posts
post over phone lines without rest
who post from Pynchonian texts they serve us best. 
They also serve who only stand and wait for Doug. 

Miltonically yours, 

Sweet Lady Jane