IVing IV 'indict a bean burrito', p. 277

[Carvill, John]

<< I gotta agree with JB; this is a very important statement. It jumps
out at us. There are several of these key sentences in the text and
we've done a good job of identifying them. >>

Well, we *think* we have. Can never be sure.


> On Dec 3, 2009, at 2:48 PM, John Bailey wrote:
>
>> It all seems distinctly at odds with that peculiar early line -
>> "Anyone with any claim to hipness 'loved' everybody, not to mention
>> other useful applications, like hustling people into sex activities
>> they might not, given the choice, much care to engage in."
>>
>> Where does this notion disappear to after page 5? Never gets picked up
>> again.

Good question. As Robin said, though, once it's been floated, it's always out there. We are left to wonder whether the fact that Pynchon just lets it hang there, rather than explicitly riffing on it, is of any significance or not. Like a lot of IV, I repeat for the umpteenth time, we wonder if 'there is any there there' or not.

Apropos of nothing very much, that bit about 'free love' reminded me of the passages in David Crosby's excellent autobiography, 'Long Time Gone', describing the setup on his yacht during his heyday, a scene which would fit nicely into any Pynchon novel, IV especially, what with the drugs and the threesomes, etc. Not that I'm implying any of those girls had to be 'hustled' into bed with David Crosby, bless him. It was around 1990 I read his book, but it still resonates for me now. Wish I could find my copy...


<< This one characterizes the
protagonist-narrator Larry/Doc. It's kinda like Richard III saying
"Now is the Winter of our Discontent." >>

AS you are fully aware, Terrance, Richard doesn't quite say that. That's what Margaret Thatcher famously quoted him as saying, but ending the sentence there reverses the meaning. The actual line is:

"Now is the Winter of our Discontent, made glorious Summer by this sun of York."

See here:

http://www.enotes.com/shakespeare-quotes/now-winter-our-discontent



<< Warm excrement loaded with corns and other gems excreted
across the boarders, over the rainbows, boldly where no man has dumped
before. >>

Nice imagery, T.

Cheers
J