Cutting Edge

[rich]

isn't it a major theme, or the major theme in Pynchon, those
passed-over, left out, outisde the firelight campfire, at the border
if u will between in and out but just coming up short? I think Pynchon
loves these lovable losers, Tchicherine, Zoyd, Frank Traverse, DL,
Mooneyes, Sportello, Oedipa, Yashmeen, the list is endless

I don't see a sci-fi steampunk book coming--he's done steampunk but
all his books are bleeding edge books in a way--the distant past, the
present, the near future but not much beyond. a full setting in the
future would seem to lose something essential to Pynchon I think but
Pynchon being Pynchon I suppose he can pull it off.

rich

On Tue, Jan 8, 2013 at 2:58 PM, Heikki Raudaskoski
<hraudask at sun3.oulu.fi> wrote:
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> Good catch.
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> There are also two (quite paranoid) "leading edge" passages in GR which are
> worth mentioning IMO.
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> "Like other sorts of paranoia, it is nothing less than the onset, the
> leading edge, of the discovery that *everything is connected*, everything in
> the Creation, a secondary illumination - not yet blindingly One, but at
> least connected, and perhaps a route In for those like Tchitcherine who are
> held at the edge...." (Viking, 703)
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>    "'Surveillance?' Roger is fidgeting heavily, with his hair, his necktie,
> ears, nose, knuckles, 'IG Farben had Slothrop under surveillance? Before the
> War? What *for*, Gloaming.'
>    'Odd, isn't it?' Cheerio *boing* out the door without another word,
> leaving Roger alone with a most disagreeable light beginning to grow, the
> leading edge of a revelation, blinding, crescent, at the periphery of his
> brain. IG Farben, eh?" (631)
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> Heikki
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> Quoting David Payne <dpayne1912 at hotmail.com>:
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>> Not _The Bleeding Edge_, but from GR (Penguin Classic edition), page 581:
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>> "They kept the German Wobbly traditions, they didn't go along with  Hitler
>> though all the other unions were falling into line. It  touches Slothrop's
>> own Puritan hopes for the Word, the Word made  printer's ink, dwelling along
>> with antibodies and iron-bound breath  in a good man's blood, though the
>> World for him be always the World  on Monday, with its cold cutting edge,
>> slicing away every poor  illusion of comfort the bourgeois takes for
>> real..."
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