Has anyone seen a Pynchon book lately?

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What would Pynchon do? 

Who knows and who cares? 


But in The Small Rain, Lowlands, Entropy,  we get an idea of what
Pynchon will do with his talents. He won't write op-eds and editorials.
He won't write conspiracy books. He won't take to the streets and
protest war and corporate greed. He won't become a spokesman for an
anti-capital punishment organization. He won't write plays or make
films. Pynchon will get out and see America. He will walk the streets of
Watts. He will live in Mexico City. He will work for Boeing. And, the
reason he has become an industry and ironically and industry of paper,
is that he will write a few fairy tales about America. Pynchon jumps
into Bolingbroke's dump, surveys the car-bodies piled up in Benny's
Elmira junk yard. He kicks his way across America, the disposable
society. He stands in the heat of the Wasteland, in the shadow of the
towers built on throwaway and Wasted late late late show arts, where the
sound of water brings no relief, no shelter from the handful of dust and
fear clogging up the spiritual spaces between humans and machines,
between fear and a handful of Death. 

Where the moon ripped away from the earth or where the excavated gash
was opened and backfilled with waste, stands a poet. Out of the Waste,
he rises, the grim phoenix. 

To hear his song amid the clutter, the clanging cans and broken bottles,
the screams in the sky, the cryings in the lots, one needs a quite place
far away from the news of the day, the debates, the speculations about
who, what, when, where, why, how....far away from the maddening crowd,
the knife in the back, Eliot's turning of it and the hopeless human
voices that drown us. Please...let's get back to Pynchon.  

OK, back to Iraq now.