Book Review: 'Bleeding Edge,' by Thomas Pynchon (WSJ)

[alice wellintown]

I'm sure I'm not the only one on the P-List who knew all these
characters, knows them still. Knows these places, these faces, these
voices, these children, these women, these men, these streets and
coffee slurping schlepping Hub Slirpers, these scammers and spammers
and LIBORers and BE-Laborers, who still, though some splattered
spreadeagle in the sidewalks as we stood there, as we took cover,
lurk in the shadows, still...still, where the dust and debris and the
memories in the voicebox rattle in Jewish tones and inflections like
Marge Simpson's sisters puffing and sipping away the pain, drowning
the sorrow, remembering how we've forgotten so quickly, how, with a
rush we went public, initially offering our stocks of photographs and
videos, then got on with the business of business.

I am laugher and tears on every page.