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[alice wellintown]

It's important to remember that we are reading a TV. That is, all of
the characters are actors or wanna-be actors or were actors or are
collecting SAG money or aping they favorite star or swagger. They all
talking like them Tube-headed dudes, those Thanatoids.  This novel, if
that's what it is, is Pynchon on the Simpsons--a TV Program about TV
and how TV and biography and history and the reel/real pornographic
karmic wheel just keeps turning out fortunes for the 500. So, we're
lookin at TV and people who work on, or for, or at, or in, TV. So the
black chic who does the Soul Surfer Chick high heel flip flop shuffle
is up on a split screen next to this Cheese Pimp. Doubles. You gotta
read these two as doubles. Jason, he wants to be cool, but he don't
even know how to pick a cool pimped out name, Cheese? Government
Cheese? The dude's a fuckin virgin and he's trying to hustle some
street bitches who been round the block more times than and in and
outf of the joint and are livin under real fake names that actually
have earning potential. This boy just been readin Pimp by Iceberg, no,
no, not reading it, but consuming the shit, but not in paper form, but
in plastic form--film--TV film. He's got the blax thang goin but his
seeds be poppin and he's paying too much for that shit cause he ain
never seen no Shinola. Dig?