Grand Cohen, orange tabs/pink tabs, tarot wandering

[robinlandseadel at comcast.net]

           Ya Sam:
            I hope (against hope, maybe) that there is a forth 
            big novel in P's drawer or that he has returned to 
            rewriting and revisioning some unfinished manuscript 
            after finishing AtD. I don't care where it is set, the 
            Civil War, the future or the Jurassic period, if it does 
            exist, I want to read it!

            Tore:
            Seeing that Pynchon is interested in cusps of sudden 
            momentous change, maybe his next big novel will be 
            set during the Cambrian explosion.

I dream of an Elizabethean/Jacobean novel concerning this "Brave New World" 
and "Metaphysical Tobacco", including a series of long disquisitions on 
melancholy, musical modes and bad weather. Dee [or his fictional simulacrum] 
and Dowland [ditto] supplicate themselves before Royalty that never appear 
upon the book's stage. There are only glancing references to Shakespeare, 
though Warfinger is a major character. A psychical detective [and virginal tuner] 
named "Maas" learns remote viewing techniques via a student of Giodorno 
Bruno. There will be many black, cracked and distorting mirrors. Agents of the 
Thurn and Taxis postal system are found murdered, with serious signs of foul 
play and mutilation. We will find out where the blues really came from and meet 
up with the first Bodines and Slothrops. The narrator will bear a curious 
resemblance to Robert Burton. The typography and spelling will be pre-Webster, 
to say the least. It will be declared "The Last Straw" by Michiko Kakutani and 
eventually win the Nobel Prize, which the [by then] 85 year old author/recluse/
crank/luddite will blow up with several sticks of dynamite on the final episode
of "The Daily Show."