IVIV (1) Intro

[Dave Monroe]

Okay, FINALLY ...

As with AtD, I'm taking it as my personal mission not only simply to
Look Things Up (via Google or otherwise, Mr. Mackin), but, also, to
read the new novel with an eye and/or ear toward reflections,
refractions, resemblances familiar and/or otherwise, echoes, samples,
resonances and/or allusions (illusions? is the question one must
always ask, at LEAST with Pynchon, so feel free to ask it) with the
previous half-dozen novels et al., texts and then some (il n'y a pas
de hors-texte?)  Pynchonian and/or otherwise.  Feel free of course not
only to add, but also to subtract, extract, detract, whatever it
takes.  Then do of course do so.  Looks like things proceeded more
than well enough without me, let's just hope (as I do, at any rate),
the Monrovian curse with its tragicomedic chorus of crickets doesn't
ensue.  Chat amongst yrselves.  Mingle, mingle.  Let me know if
there's anything I can get you.  Welcome to newcomers, rewelcome to
oldcomers--Dave Monroe, rush chairman, damn glad to meet you.  Be
cool, but care.  Await resilient Sportello's Empire. Ask whatever
questions, and hope you get the right answers.  Or, at least,
interesting ones.  Every dog, have yr day.  Have two, they're too
short is it is.  And, of course, smoke 'em if you got 'em (I don't,
but ...), and love the one yr with.  Or even against.  Either/or.
Both/and.  U.s.w.  Et soforthiam ...

Now everybody--