Forgiveness

[Bekah]

So I retract what I said about love getting people (characters) in  
trouble in Pynchon -  probably no more so there than in the works of  
any other author.


Bekah

On Apr 26, 2009, at 9:48 AM, Bekah wrote:

> 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.
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