Pynchon reclusive? / GRGR 1,6

[David Casseres]

On 12/7/05, Michael Bailey <michael.lee.bailey at gmail.com> wrote:
...
> As a member of the Preterite (in some respects) I sympathize with
> their exhaustion and their wish for a better myth.  I deplore the way
> that the Masters of War warp real human lives as if they were of no
> value.  But Pynchon's prose encourages me to think about the limited
> validity of how Roger and Jessica are acting.

Free association:

"Above them now throb a flight of B-17s, bound somewhere uncommon
today, well out of the usual corridors of flight.  Behind these
Fortresses the undersides of the cold clouds are blue, and their
smooth billows are veined in blue--elsewhere touched with grayed-out
pink or purple.... Wings and stabilizers are shadowed underneath in
dark grey.  The shadows softly feather lighter up around the curves of
fuselage or nacelle. Spinners emerge from hooded dark inside the
cowlings, spinning props invisible, the light of the sky catching all
vulnerable surfaces a uniform bleak gray. The planes drone along,
stately, up in the zero sky, shedding frost as it builds, sowing the
sky behind in white ice-furrows, their own color matching certain
degrees of cloud, all the tiny windows and openings in soft blackness,
the perspex nose shining back forever warped and streaming cloud and
sun. Inside it is black obsidian."

--p. 87, Penguin paperback.

Roger has perhaps designated the uncommon targets of this flight,
Jessica's German countpart will be firing ack-ack at it...