The Influence of Pynchon's Paranoia or Postulations for Paranoid

Nushra MohamedKhan nushramkhan at gmail.com
Tue Aug 4 11:48:17 CDT 2009


>
> 'You've obviously misread the author here; she describes post-9-11
> paranoia and how it suspended common sense and the rule of law, not
> only in NYC and Washington and Penn. or where the strikes were, but
> also in the United States generally and in the World.'
> __________
> A highly successful terrorist attack will do that, for good or ill.

Exactly the point. Except you seem to be misreading her point about
how that deadly attack impacts not only the people who  live near
those who are murdered and, those who love them and/or share a
cultural and national identity with them, or at least enjoy the same
liberties and freedoms as the murdered victims, but also those who
live far, far away . . .where the murderers come from, and who share a
cultural and national identity with the murderers. And, the world that
is caught in the crossfire. Paranoids all. It's not just the cold war
bomb paranoia, but a hot world war and a cold war too. The Russians
and Reds were at least just Russians and Reds. So finding the Reds and
building bombs was a solution of sorts, but here there is none; no
comfort for anyone caught in the new world paranoid pickle. Except,
and this is cold comfort: "We are all,"  as B/Tuttle sez,  "in it
together, Kid."


>
> 'Imagine the fear YOU experiences as USA Strealth Aircraft, a Drone, a
> B52 Carpet Bomber rips the sky above your neighborhood followed by
> horrific tales of the deaths of thousands of innocents. '
> _________
> I can't, have you? Have you experienced jumping off a high-rise
> building to yr death to avoid burning alive? I'm not being sarcastic.
> But these are childish tit for tat arguments

You want childish: We are obliged to Scout; to see the World from
inside another man's skin. Otherwise, we just gonna kill off all the
Mockingbirds and sit around making up gothic tales about a Man we
think is a Ghost. We gotta go to the Black Church. We gotta sit up
there with the Black Folk during the Trial. We gotta go outside and
take a sip of coke. We gotta see the world from Arthur Radley's porch.

> the rain falls everywhere ('I don't believe in Zimmerman')

And God made Little Green Apples.



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