What *did* Bakunin say?

[alice wellintown]

> p'raps part of Oedipa talking non-bakunin is TRP proposing--thematically---non-violence?

Perhaps, but after re-reading the little book, I'd say the allusions
to anarchists are just wise cracks; a young author who is quite clever
and makes his Oedipa, not stupid, but easily duped. she's not hip to
the workings of male power, kinda the opposite of Larry, who digs the
subtle vibes of female power agents, Oedipa is too easily bounced in
and off the walls--the boyz all treat her like a girl; his readers,
and P has not yet figured out how to even approach female readers, are
not so easily amused by stupid songs and goofey names, and must be
entertained with science and political cant, psychology and obscure
historical conspiracy, arcane religious dogmas grafted onto to social
theory. Of course, as we know, this is what P will excell at in GR.
Looking, as I just did, into this little gem, I am more impressed.
Sure, the kid knows stuff and like his ancestor, William Pynchon, what
he can't read or make out, he fudges with a dictionary, and
encylopedia, the dust jackets of books, the bibliographies of
scholars. It's a white goddess wild goose chase after a pig hart/heart
parading playfully in the Irish wood and it is well written. The kid
had talent. His joaks, well, they get better. In Inherent Vice they
just suck. Why would he do that? Make a movie? Make a buck? Cause
Dylan can so he can too? It's not that we expect him to stop putting
his hand under his armpit and farting at the eucharist, we don't; we
just tire of the crusty the clown shtick. I know, cause I've read
everything written about Pynchon, that there is much brilliant
commentary on anarchism in his works. I don't deny those critical
essays are great. But in LOT49 P is just playing the fool; he wouldn't
even know Bukunin if he met him on the subway.