VL--IV Chap 6, Frenesi, "like a reflex superstition"

[Michael Bailey]

looking over the opening lines of the chapter again, I'm struck by
several things

"a pale humid"
humid would rule out AZ or NM, maybe Houston or somewhere in AL MS LA?

"city whose almost-familiar name would soon enough be denied to
civilian eyes by federal marker pens"  -- federal pens leaps out as an
overtone
- soon enough be denied to civilian eyes - ie, her dossier, I guess?
Image being that of a censored document not unlike those FOIA thingies
mentioned later in the chapter
- sunlight streaming in unmitigated by tree leaves (direct contrast to
Zoyd's crib)

and lingering over the chapter a bit more,
Sasha's words "not...anything too theoretical, but as humans, usually
male, living here on the planet, often well within reach, committing
these crimes, major and petty.."
make her somewhat of a feminist, but also somewhat of a political
agnostic ("maybe we all had to submit to History, she figured, maybe
not")

which plays against the little gospel riff of F on page 90 and the
idea that a sense of human life as being more than a karmic or
historical place marker is what is most direly needed