7000 Romaine, the last coordinate

[Mark Kohut]

superb stuff.............

TRP sez: All around Doc, me then, was the mob behind The mob.....see.

--- On Sun, 11/29/09, Joseph Tracy <brook7 at sover.net> wrote:

> From: Joseph Tracy <brook7 at sover.net>
> Subject: 7000 Romaine,  the last coordinate
> To: "pynchon -l" <pynchon-l at waste.org>
> Date: Sunday, November 29, 2009, 12:48 AM
> I wanted to revisit this question of
> 7000 Romaine street once more with a couple more tidbits of
> information
> First off I was nagged by the number of coordinates given
> and the importance Bigfoot places on this location, leaving
> with  the parting line, "experience the night". 
> It seems that P is pointing to a specific place but leaving
> out a key coordinate: where did they turn toward Melrose?
> The effort put into those coordinates which is   
> rather pointless if it isn't very pointed,  combines
> powerfully with several facts from both the text and outside
> the text: a) the accusation by a former high level employee
> of HH that HH was involved in the RFK killing. b) the
> prominence in the text of Noguchi who was connected to
> Manson and Kennedy killing. c) the location Robin gives of
> 7000 Romaine street being the HQ of Hughes enterprises
> explored in interesting ways related to the text by Joan
> Didion in her collection of essays about the 60's, Slouching
> toward Bethlehem. d) the fact that in the story it is Puck's
> dwelling and is a courtyard apt( 7000 Romaine has a
> courtyard visible from the street) and that Puck is a hired
> Killer coming from Las Vegas Where Hughes was living at this
> time. Read Robin's post below for more good support for the
> connection.
> 
> The final coordinate: Doc and BF start at Sweetzer and
> Santa Monica and head toward Fairfax( east) where Doc's car
> is. After awhile they pass musicians exiting the Tropicana.
> lotta famous musicians stayed at the tropicana Motel on
> Santa Monica(Doors, Ramones etc) BUT the Tropicana motel is
> the other way ( west)from Sweeetzer. HOWEVER, there is
> another, older, more famous Tropicana (The Tropicana Bar) in
> the neighborhood located in the Roosevelt Hotel(possibly the
> most famous luxury hotel in Hollywood)  The address of
> that Hotel is 7000 Hollywood Blvd. It is due north of 7000
> Romaine.
> 
> With this final coordinate I find Robin's argument to be
> very very convincing.
> 
> One more thing. All of these Tropicanas and more are the
> bastard children of the the world Famous Tropicana Club
> in  Havana, Cuba.  Which, before the reverse
> cashflow situation of The Communist Revolution, was owned By
> Santo Trafficante and managed by Meyer Lansky. Trafficante
> was connected to CIA plots against Cuba and was alleged to
> be involved in the killing of JFK.
> 
> On Nov 22, 2009, at 9:58 PM, Robin Landseadel wrote:
> > 
> > Well, glad to see somebody else disliking my ideas as
> much as Terrance, I like the idea that I'm starting a
> movement.
> > 
> > Let's talk about he time frame of Doc 'n Bigfoot's
> soirée—anybody got a watch on? Doc runs into Bigfoot at
> waste-a-perp just as the sun goes down. That's on South
> LeBrea. And the corner of Santa Monica and Sweetzer happens
> to be West Hollywood City Hall. When Bigfoot leaves that
> corner with Doc they've already spent considerable time
> talking at a place called "The Raincheck Room" about all
> sorts of interesting things like:
> > 
> >     "Can I say something out loud? Is
> anybody listening?"
> >     "Everybody. Nobody. Does it
> matter?"
> > 
> >     "Say Adrian Prussia iced this
> Detective X, or had it done. And
> >     what happens? nothing. Maybe
> everybody in LAPD knows he
> >     did the deed, but there's no
> back-channel outcries in the paper,
> >     no vigilante revenge by horrified
> fellow officers .... No, instead
> >     IA locks it all up tight for the
> next thirty years, everybody
> >     pretending it's another cop hero
> fallen in the line of duty. Forget
> >     about decency, or respecting the
> memories of all the real dead-
> >     cop heroes-how can you people be
> that fuckin unprofessional?"
> > 
> >     "It gets even worse," Bigfoot said
> in a slowly stifled way, as if
> >     trying in vain to call to Doc out
> of years of history forbidden to
> >     civilians. "Prussia has been prime
> suspect in ... let's say a
> >     number of homicides-and each time,
> upon intervention from the
> >     highest levels, he's walked."
> > 
> >     ''And you're saying what? 'Ain't it
> awful'?"
> > 
> >     ''I'm saying there's a reason for
> everything, Doc, and before you
> >     get too indignant you might want to
> look at why Internal Affairs
> >     should even be duked into this in
> the first place, let alone be the
> >     office that's sitting on the
> story."
> > 
> >     "I give up. Why?"
> > 
> >     "Figure it out. Use what's left of
> your brain. The trouble with you
> >     people is you never know when
> somebody's doing you a favor.
> >     You think whatever it is, you're
> entitled because you're cute or
> >     something." He got up, dropped a
> handful of shrapnel on the
> >     table, tossed a disgruntled salute
> to the barkeep, and prepared
> >     to step out into the street. "Go
> look in a mirror sometime. 'Dig'
> >     yourself, 'man,' till you
> understand that nobody owes you
> >     anything. Then get back to me." Doc
> had seen Bigfoot out of
> >     sorts now and then, but this was
> getting downright emotional.
> > 
> > That sounds like some kind of heavily mobbish
> operation wired to the top of the food chain, the LAPD and
> U.S. government included.
> > 
> > Now ask yourself, with the number of incidents
> occurring during this little stroll . . .
> > 
> >     They stood on the corner of Santa
> Monica and Sweetzer.
> >     "Where were you parked?" said
> Bigfoot.
> > 
> >     "Off of Fairfax."
> > 
> >     "My direction as well. Walk with
> me, Sportello, I'll show you     
> >     something." They begin to stroll
> along Santa Monica. Hippies
> >     were thumbing rides up and down the
> street. Rock 'n' roll was
> >     blasting from car radios. Musicians
> who'd just come awake
> >     were drifting out of the Tropican a
> looking for evening breakfast.
> >     Reefer smoke hung in pockets up and
> down the street, waiting
> >     to ambush the unwary pedestrian.
> Men were murmuring to
> >     each other in doorways. After a few
> blocks, Bigfoot turned right
> >     and ambled down toward Melrose.
> "This looking familiar yet?"
> > 
> > http://www.leninimports.com/romaine_street_photo_hh_5_web.jpg
> > 
> > That much hubbub could easily fill 30 minutes.
> > 
> >     Doc had an intuition. "It's Puck's
> old neighborhood."
> > 
> > Puck & Adrian Prussia work for Hughes, above and
> beyond any other allegiances.
> > 
> >     He started looking for the
> overgrown courtyard complex Trillium
> >     had told him about. His nose began
> to run and his clavicles to
> >     shiver, and he wondered if somehow
> one or all of the happy
> >     threesome were about to appear, to
> what Sortilege liked to call
> >     manifest, and from the corner of
> his eye he noticed Bigfoot
> >     watching him closely. Yes and who
> says there can't be time
> >     travel, or that places with
> real-world addresses can't be
> >     haunted, not only by the dead but
> by the living as well?
> > 
> > And 7000 Romaine was haunted by the living. Howard
> Hughes left that building around 1966 at the very latest.
> > 
> >     It helps to smoke a lot of weed and
> to do acid off and on, but
> >     sometimes even a literal-minded
> natchmeister like Bigfoot
> >     could manage it.
> > 
> >     They approached a courtyard
> apartment building nearly
> >     dissolved in the evening. "Go have
> a look around, Sportello. Sit
> >     out by that pool there under the
> New Zealand tree ferns.
> >     Experience the night."
> > 
> > Shifting from sunset to night takes something like
> 6:00 to 8:00 pm if it's April in L.A..
> > 
> >     He made a show of looking at his
> watch. "Regretfully, I have to
> >     be moving along. The missus will be
> expecting me."
> > 
> >     "One special lady for sure. Pass on
> my regards."
> > 
> > 
> > 
> > On Nov 22, 2009, at 12:44 PM, Joseph Tracy wrote:
> > 
> >> So the question prevents itself to this reader-
> who was killed that might have prevented Dick Nixon from
> getting elected?
> > 
> > I'd do a little switcheroo and ask: who would kill to
> make sure Richard Nixon—who's already on same dude's hook
> from previous bribes—would become president?
> 
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