Forgiveness

[Bekah]

I didn't mean to say love didn't exist in Pynchon!    Of course love,  
and in a multitude of forms,  exists in Pynchon.   My own favorite  
love scene is when Merle lets Dally go at the train station  -  it's  
a very brief but touching scene.    Yes, yes, yes Prairie and Zoyd.    
Yes, yes, yes Geli and Tchitcherine!   Yes to much more!    Even the  
Chums fall in love.

From:
http://www.themodernword.com/pynchon/pynchon_grintro.html
Love. So simple and yet incalculably profound . . . what great works  
fail to grapple with "love's bitter mystery?" For Pynchon, love is a  
vital force, a transforming essence that runs through his work like a  
scarlet mesh of life-giving arteries. Pynchon is not afraid to  
proclaim Love a transcendent power, a mystical state that elevates us  
from the chaos and filth of the world and which has the capacity --  
even if only for a fleeting moment -- to transform us into radiant  
beings. Like Gabriel García Márquez, whom Pynchon admires, he is not  
afraid to stand at the edge of the abyss of his irony and cynicism,  
turn his back to its well-brooded depths, and reach out for a holy  
flame, as if to say, well, yes, I see what my back is against, but  
hey! this makes a difference. . . . Love is something that even They  
can experience despite Their attempts to bring it under control;  
something that may even offer Them a brief glimpse of redemption. It  
is something that We can also experience -- indeed, something that We  
must. Love is omnipresent in Gravity's Rainbow; but not just  
spiritual love, or carnal love, or romantic love . . . the prism of  
Gravity's Rainbow refracts the whole spectrum contained in the white  
light of this central enigma, from the infrared heat of carnal lusts  
to the yellows of jaded decadence to the unseen ultraviolets of  
Satoric communion. . . . There is room for all: soul love, divine and  
painful in its flaming intensity; erotic sorcery, green and verdant  
as the Spring equinox; physical love, painful in its immediacy, the  
unexplainable wiring of the flesh to the aching heart; the broken  
love that binds together dysfunctional systems of mutual need; casual  
but tender couplings that affirm life and stave away the night;  
Freudian desires that rake the heart with talons confused guilt . . .  
even the simple touch of one stranger to another in the dark, to  
reassure, to say that I am not alone. . . . If the dynamic between Us  
and Them provides Gravity's Rainbow with a polarized tension, love is  
the current that flows mysteriously between both systems -- sometimes  
binding, sometimes destroying -- but always electrifying. To quote  
one of Gravity's Rainbow's most memorable -- albeit warped --  
characters: "I want to break out -- to leave this cycle of infection  
and death. I want to be taken in love: so taken that you and I, and  
death, and life, will be gathered inseparable, into the radiance of  
what we would

Bek

On Apr 26, 2009, at 9:30 AM, Robin Landseadel wrote:

> On Apr 26, 2009, at 9:11 AM, Bekah wrote:
>
>>   I can't remember as how it saves or redeems anyone - more likely  
>> than not it gets them in trouble.
>
> There's Geli & Tchitcherine & Geli & Slothrop. And I'd say that  
> Prairie's love for Papa Zoyd is as real as all get-out.