BtZ42: p. 27-30

Mon Apr 11 16:58:07 CDT 2016

Not knowing this anecdote, nor particular book, but knowing some Trevor and
cultural memes, I am willing to speculate that he may have written it with
Forster's "Only Connect"
as the inspiration to have fun with.
 "Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose
and the passion, and both would be exalted, and human love will be seen at
its highest. E.M. Forster's now famous words from Chapter one of Howard's
End" were ..".

On Mon, Apr 11, 2016 at 3:21 PM, Becky Lindroos <bekah0176 at sbcglobal.net>
wrote:

> I just read an older book by William Trevor in which it would seem his
> theme is that nothing (no one) connects - especially if the
> subjects/characters are half mad.    -  lol -  Mrs Eckdorf in O’Neil’s
> Hotel (1969) -  Trevor apparently wrote it in response to someone saying
> that “everything connects”  but I can’t find the source for that.
>
> Becky
>
>
> > On Apr 11, 2016, at 11:43 AM, David Morris <fqmorris at gmail.com> wrote:
> >
> > "Everything Connects" doesn't lead anywhere.  If everything connects to
> everything then nothing has any meaning.  Hierarchies of connection are
> required for meaning to emerge. Some connections are important and other
> are useless.
> >
> > David Morris
> >
> > On Monday, April 11, 2016, Mark Kohut <mark.kohut at gmail.com> wrote:
> > t seems that this long post, full of great questions and notions is
> > sufficient mostly unto itself.
> >
> > After the opening "I agree with this" line, I, in my sometimes
> superficial reading,
> > read it as lots of rhetorical questions that challenge my post, mostly
> for superficiality josh-jostlingly as it goes. Besides, for me, P's
> "singling up all lines", ambiguously rich as he always is, this trope seems
> more negative than positive to me and therefore the wrong process to answer
> to. But, so intelligently fine, Greaat! (as Tony is always saying), this is
> what the Plist is for, in'nin'it,-- not too late for all as we keep the
> thread alive!?
> >
> > I was doing my thing, which is trying to find nest of associations,
> thematic hints,
> > half-buried allusions yet "it's all right there"--TP [paraphrase] linked
> to P's great themes.
> > Working principle, EVERYTHING CONNECTS and theme bits everywhere in this
> great polyphonic novel.  Akin to how we see encodings of meaning in "steel'
> 'crystal' 'railroads' etc. and in the tradition
> > of ye tropes older than railroads; Cold North, warm South, ice, rain,
> etc. Seems this long, josh-jostlingly pointed and pointing-out post may be
> sufficient unto itself for now.
> >
> > ........... Or like Stephen Booth on Shakey's language.....even when not
> thematically immediate cause and effect, Shakey creates atmosphere with
> every association if you learn about it.......
> >
> > if GR can be described as a surreal, hysterical Gothic,so to speak,
> feeling every real association matters, just as knowing every timeline of
> events matters.
> >
> > So I lightly 'retort', as promised.
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > On Fri, Apr 8, 2016 at 9:37 AM, Monte Davis <montedavis49 at gmail.com>
> wrote:
> > > The blasphemous and continued subverting of the Western Christian
> tradition in GR
> >
> > I don't disagree with that  -- certainly not with the linkage of "that
> stone hand pointing out of the secular clouds" (27 Viking/Penguin), "the
> great bright hand" (29) and Michelangelo's 'Creation of Adam". Pynchon will
> certainly be getting around to  (and more) on his way to "There is a Hand
> to turn the time" on p. 760.
> >
> > But single up the lines and heave again, draw them tighter. How does the
> book *get* from a GI out of the Berkshires to "the Western Christian
> tradition"? What's the technique of blasphemy and subversion, taking the
> first V-2 hammercrack as a starting point?
> >
> > Within three lines, "God... God... revealed in the sky... a *hardon*".
> Is Tyrone shocked? Is the narrator shocked? Are we shocked? Bananas,
> rockets, now penises...where's he going with this?
> >
> > The imagery Laura celebrates goes straight for the specifically American
> jugular, via the Pilgrim-Thanksgiving-"city on a hill" fetish. These pages
> hit every Calvinist -> Puritan -> Congregationalist -> transcendentalist
> mark all the way down the Slothrop slide:
> >
> > Nine or ten generations of ancestors "in a long gradient of rot," their
> molecules assimilated like Osbie Feel's alkaloids (wherever their souls
> might have flown)
> >
> > Gravestone poetry dwindling from "straight-on and foursquare" to
> "sarcasm and guile"
> >
> > "shit, money, and the Word" -- profane, secular and sacred in jolting
> juxtaposition. rather than decently segregated
> >
> > Instead of prosperity as proof of Protestant grace, the Slothrops'
> "flooded quarries and logged-off hillsides," the Harrimans' and Whitneys'
> country retreats abandoned
> >
> > And maybe a hint, in the pairing of the northern lights with the skyglow
> and sparks of the Aspinwall Hotel fire, that with WWII coming up, we
> wouldn't have to depend on God (or Nature) for our light shows much longer
> >
> > By Tyrone's time, there wasn't much more than soothing nostalgia.
> "White steeples" on "autumn hillsides"... "rose windows taking in Sunday
> light, elevating and washing the [ministers']' faces above the pulpits
> defining grace"... aaaah yes, we are a Godly people in a Norman Rockwell
> devotional image....
> >
> > So why are those white steeples turning into blasphemous, subversive
> banana-penis-*rockets*?
> >
> > When Ted Cruz slides from "Let us revitalize our shared faith and
> values" to "Let us make the sand glow" in ISIS territory, I remember why GR
> is still so amazingly alive.
> >
> > On Fri, Apr 8, 2016 at 7:44 AM, Mark Kohut <mark.kohut at gmail.com> wrote:
> > p.27, that bright hand reaching out of the cloud has to remind of the
> most famous hand reaching out of a cloud in art, right?
> > "The image of the near-touching hands of God and Adam has become iconic
> of humanity." https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Creation_of_Adam
> > Once again, I will narrow the annotation to one of my hobbyhorses--the
> inversion of the Great Chain of Being here, as elsewhere.
> > The blasphemous and continued subverting of the Western Christian
> tradition in GR. The relentless naturalism, humanism, of the vision,
> (despite spiritual concerns up the kazoo (sic) all over the book) as one
> strain of interpretation has it. Weisenburger points out that there is
> heresy in Constant's epitaph since a Puritan knew that a death was owed to
> God, not nature, another in-our-face piece of vision.[ p 27 "Death is a
> debt to nature due, /Which I have paid, and so must you."]
> >
> > I also love the edges of the tombstone eroded by "season's fire and ice
> chisels' associatively linking to me with
> > 'the impasto of the seasons' line and another compressedly-envisioned
> embrace of nature and all its life as our life. Dear Reader, just wait
> until I write Against the Day, you want fully-envisioned, Tom's thinking
> here.
> >
> > p. 28, Miller edition: "Mark Reader, my cry! Bend thy thoughts on the
> Sky,".....more and more allusions to what the rockets bring
> > in GR....and not the music of the spheres from Shakespeare's (and
> earlier) time.
> >
> > Doncha just love the joke---Morris you love the jokes!---of Constant,
> very wittily Puritanic even in heresy and of course, his son
> > Variable, another simple joke on heredity but also, maybe, a joke on the
> descent of Puritanism, on the entropic decline--'the money seeping its way
> out"--of the Slothrop family. 'Ruin is formal, devil's work,/Consecutive
> and slow---[notice the em dash, reader and remember the book's end]/ Fail
> in an instant no man did,/Slipping is crash's law,
> >
> > Such compression of prose, another of my current hobbyhorses during this
> reading. Why it is a 700 page poem. The compressed history of the Slothrop
> line is a kind of New England set Hawthorne- like story, The Decline and
> Fall of the House of the Seven Gables, so to joke. A shortcut US version of
> Buddenbrooks, so to so loosely speak. And I now see a kinship to
> > the Traverse family, sea-changed (as well as land-and-meaning changed)
> from AtD. But I would and
> >
> > you all can reel me in.
> >
> >
> >
> > On Thu, Apr 7, 2016 at 2:43 PM, <kelber at mindspring.com> wrote:
> > Just pausing to savor this sequence (one of my many favorites):
> >
> > Starting from: "On the old schist of a tombstone …" to the end of the
> section (italicized in the book): this is how it does happen - yes the
> great bright hand reaching out of the cloud …
> >
> > There are so many Pynchon passages that send us scurrying to Google (or
> whatever the hell we used to do) an obscure reference. This one, though,
> sends the brain a-sparkling with associations - death from the sky - hand
> of God - V-2 rocket - differences, similarities - religion - terror -
> inevitability - resignation - quaint acceptance - death from the sky has
> always been with us, does it really matter what form it takes - take
> comfort from treating it as old family history … etc. etc. No Googling
> required!
> >
> > Laura
> > -
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> >
> >
> >
>
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