Pynchon Pre-Birthday Bash a Regular Krupp Wingding

[Dave Monroe]

On 5/3/08, Dave Monroe <against.the.dave at gmail.com> wrote:

> "There are many wonderful foods in Pynchon's work, starting with
> bananas and good coffee. perhaps," this unnamed writer chastises.
> "Mason & Dixon... is loaded with some interesting foods...What
> Slothrop vomits is a (light) comic riff on bad food in our fast-food
> overprocessed world. Honor Pynchon's life-embracing love of the right
> kind of food, if one is having a party for him, I say."
> "I will say, in full disclosure, that I surely do not have the sense
> of humor Mr. Pynchon does," the letter winds down, "so perhaps I am
> too earnest and am making mountains out of what Pynchon would not."
> Perhaps. Anyway, if Miller isn't hauled into jail for postering party
> fliers around the neighborhood—and he reports that he's already gotten
> one warning—the party's set to begin at 3 p.m.
>
> http://www.mediabistro.com/galleycat/party_hopping/pynchon_prebirthday_bash_a_regular_krupp_wingding_83930.asp


"Hector sat slumped in zomoskepsis, or the contemplation of his soup.
'I could charge you my consultancy fee, but I already checked your
shoes, so I'll give you this for free.'  Was he reading strange soup
messages?"  (VL, Ch. 3, p. 31)

http://waste.org/mail/?list=pynchon-l&month=0308&msg=84649

Cf. ...

"Cities begin upon the day the Walls of the Shambles go up, to screen
away Blood and Blood-letting, Animals' Cries, Smells and Soil, from
Residents already grown fragile before Country Realities.  The
Bettter-Off live as they may, from the concentration of Slaughter.
Soon, country Melancholicks are flocking to Town like Crows, dark'ning
the Sun.  Dress'd Meats appear in the Market,-- Sausages hang
against the Sky, forming Lines of Text, cryptick Intestinal
Commentary."  (M&D, Ch. 29, p. 289)

"It was indeed a majestic idea, that the destiny of nations should be
revealed in these awful hieroglyphs, on the cope of the heavens.  A
scroll so wide might not be deemed too expansive for Providence to
write a people's doom upon ... the minister, looking upward to the
zenith, beheld there the appearance of an immense
letter--the letter A--marked out in lines of dull red light."

http://www.bartleby.com/83/12.html

"San Narciso lay further south, near L.A. Like many name places in
California it was less an identifiable city than a grouping of
concepts--census tracts, special purpose bond-issue districts,
shopping nuclei, all over laid with access roads to its own
freeway....  She looked down a slope, needing to squint for the
sunlight, on to a vast sprawl of houses which had grown up all
together, like a well-tended crop, from the dull brown earth; and she
thought of the time she'd opened a transistor radio to replace a
battery and see her first printed circuit. The ordered swirl of houses
and streets, from this high angle, sprang at her now with the same
unexpected, astonishing clarity as the circuit card had. Though she
knew even less
about radios than about Southern Californians, there were to both
outward patterns a hieroglyphic sense of concealed meaning, of an
intent to communicate."

http://www.art.man.ac.uk/ENGLISH/staff/pk/teaching/cultlog.html

"... like walking among matrices of a great digital computer, the
zeroes and ones twinned above, hanging like balanced mobiles right and
left, ahead, thick, maybe endless.  Behind the hieroglyphic streets
there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth."

http://sophie7.culture.hu-berlin.de/aesthetic/lot49.htm

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