Pynchon & Swift or no Confederacy but a Union of Dunces

[glenn]

I've read  purple prose before, but your piece has entered into the 
ultra-violet, (UV), wavelength.

I bow my head in awe and disbelief....

On 04/22/2012 10:13 AM, alice wellintown wrote:
> Another thing to consider when comparing and contrasting Swift with
> Pynchon is how the critical industry has constructed and deconstructed
> each author in its own evolving image. After  the satirist, and we
> should not ignore the irony in the fact that Thankery like Swift was a
> Satirist,  Thackeray thwacked Swift with misanthropy, maligning his
> satires by characterizing them as mad shrieks and gnashing
> imprecations against humanity, the tearing of the last threads of
> humanism's dignity down to the naked gutter and filthy waste pipes
> where the sewage and flotsam sink and suck on platic breasts in the
> sailor's grave waiting for a godless whistle and the winkling of an
> eye when the last trumpet is muted and the world ends with a whimper,
> then Freudians and the excremental analyses, when authors are
> conflated with narrators and construed as characters of their own
> fictions, so Gulliver and Slothrop, in the barn and over the rainbow,
> pudding, shit, pudding, shit, pudding shit, three times makes it a
> critics magic eye into the auto-erotic passions of priests bent on
> utopia. So, fanatics and fantastic horses are taken as authorial
> mouthpieces, obscene slips of the penis, while the perversities of
> humans driven by utopian visions are ignored. The risk of satire, its
> topics tripping into a past less remembered, more constructed.
>