7000 Romaine, the last coordinate

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Ditto.

-----Original Message-----
>From: Mark Kohut <markekohut at yahoo.com>

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>superb stuff.............
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>TRP sez: All around Doc, me then, was the mob behind The mob.....see.
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>--- On Sun, 11/29/09, Joseph Tracy <brook7 at sover.net> wrote:
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>> 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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