Bleeding Edge - audio

[alice wellintown]

Yeah, I was thinking of P going to school on the lady writers.



On 8/20/13, Bekah <bekah0176 at sbcglobal.net> wrote:
> Joan Didion is very good!   I feel as though I have not read nearly enough
> by her.
>
> But I don't think *most* serious women authors look that much to Pynchon for
> influence,  but rather (or also) to writers like A.S. Byatt (Possession),
> Cynthia Ozick (The Shawl),  Toni Morrison (early works),  Shirley Hazzard
> (The Great Fire/ Transit of Venus),  Zadie Smith (On Beauty).  Maybe also
> Margaret Atwood or Jane Smiley.  (keeping myself to living authors).
>
> I recently read Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie - it's her best to
> date,  puts me in mind of Zadie Smith.
>
> Bekah
>
> On Aug 20, 2013, at 6:00 AM, alice wellintown <alicewellintown at gmail.com>
> wrote:
>
>>
>> So, on the females that P may have influenced, and on that fog faded
>> passage at the close of IV, that restless lass out on the road in a
>> stinray, I think of Joan Didion. Yeah, and I think that P could take some
>> lessons there. And her essays on the fog, the wind, on California....
>>
>>
>> http://silverbirchpress.wordpress.com/2012/10/13/joan-didions-1969-corvette-stingray/
>>
>> On Tuesday, August 20, 2013, alice wellintown wrote:
>> You can't be serious. The closing passage of V. or of "Mondaugan's
>> Story", of "The Secret Integration", of GR, of M&D, of AGTD, but not
>> of those Brady Bunched books, made for the stoner nostalgiac who rides
>> thru the fog that blends with the kool smoke when he rolls up the
>> window and tunes into the radio vibes and joins in the sing along
>> jingles or slouches slothfully, a Thanatoid veteran of the Tube wars
>> who California dreams himself out on the shoulder of the Big Sur gone
>> west young man then veers south toward the boarder where perhaps a
>> blonde mermaid in a vet, a hippie bus, maybe even a cop on a
>> motorbike, just deciding to be cool this time, whatever...fades
>> away...and finds the America that was always there, just under the
>> dust in the back seat of a used car on Lot 49.
>>
>> Give me a rambling,  swollen, 1,085 page disaster – what Michiko
>> Kakutani calls “a humongous, bloated jigsaw puzzle of a story,
>> pretentious without being provocative, elliptical without being
>> illuminating, complicated without being rewardingly complex”...give me
>> what is “Pynchonesque” – that thing that makes Wood mad, And keep the
>> family portraits on your wall, and let the yarns spin and fray and
>> fray and..., rage, rage, Thomas Pynchon, rage agains the night and
>> rage against the day.
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