Grasping for V. Group Read. Thomas Pynchon: 'I still don't even know for sure what a tendril is.'

[Robin Landseadel]

My responses will consist mainly of cheap potshots, political  
broadsides having zero relevance to the passage in question, fart  
jokes,  ad hominem attacks on a given P-lister's pathetic sex life and  
malignant bodily odors, flames both bellicose and sophomoric, obscure  
references to books no one really wants to read, genealogical charts  
designed by Professor Irwin Corey and musicological references  
provided by Lord Buckley. There will be a forty-page essay [with  
footnotes] on nose-picking as signifier in TRP's early work that  
expresses avuncular concern as to why the poor boy feels the need to  
gross us out in the first place. In general, this will be one  
prolonged thread-crap, intended to divert from any potential deeper  
reading of the text, generally sounding like the work of a petulant 14  
year old with the soul of "Ted" Kaczynski. I will do everything in my  
power to ram the S.S. P-List into the Santa Monica Pier during a taco- 
eating contest in the rain.

No need to thank me in advance.