Pynchons Problem

[Ian Livingston]

The idea of Pynchon wanting to be a chick magnate is as comical to me
as anything Vonnegut might have written. He doesn't seem to want
anyone to notice him particularly--at least, not on the Street.

On Sun, Mar 11, 2012 at 11:17 PM, Alex Colter <recoignishon at gmail.com> wrote:
> My goodness has Criticism really become this dreadful...? I tried to read
> it...
> And surely Rich is joking, being Opposite Day or some like affair...
>
>
> On Sun, Mar 11, 2012 at 11:06 PM, <kelber at mindspring.com> wrote:
>>
>> Is the reviewer claiming that Pynchon's a chick-lit writer?  I thought
>> people were always wondering why Pynchon seems to appeal more to men than
>> women (something I've admittedly always argued against, but never had the
>> numbers to prove).
>>
>> Laura
>>
>> -----Original Message-----
>> From: Mark Kohut
>>
>>
>> I do not think I will read this review becuase these remarks are out of
>> his ass.
>>
>> The question is character creation, then and now, (among other
>> things)  and what vision of men and women
>> in the world, their world, the writers have.
>>
>> Plenty of assholes want women to "like them"....[no reference] and
>> many 'male triumphalists" get liked by lots of women...as readers.
>>
>>
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>> On Mar 11, 2012, at 6:27 PM, David Morris wrote:
>>
>> > I hope you're joking.
>> > I think this reviewer is an ass.
>> >
>> > On Sunday, March 11, 2012, rich <richard.romeo at gmail.com> wrote:
>> > > here it is, my problem with Pynchon in essence from a description of a
>> > > NYRB review of Houellbec's new novel
>> > >
>> > > "Postwar novelists—Updike, Mailer—were male triumphalists. Their
>> > > successors—Franzen, Shteyngart—have overcorrected. They want women to like
>> > > them. Their men are losers."
>> > > that's what's happened to Pynchon, too
>> > >
>> > > rich
>> > >
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>



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"Less than any man have I  excuse for prejudice; and I feel for all
creeds the warm sympathy of one who has come to learn that even the
trust in reason is a precarious faith, and that we are all fragments
of darkness groping for the sun. I know no more about the ultimates
than the simplest urchin in the streets." -- Will Durant