IVIV (1) Intro

[Joe Allonby]

You're doing a bang up job so far, Dave. I could use a Jameson half
rocks, A 20 oz Sierra Nevada, and a fat sportello with an ashtray.

On Mon, Aug 24, 2009 at 3:36 PM, Dave Monroe<against.the.dave at gmail.com> wrote:
> 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--
>