Bleeding Edge, 2013. The prescience of genius. If interested.

[Mark Kohut]

"everybody in the room chimes in with a story like this. As if at some
point having had a fateful encounter with tabloid figure Donald Trump's
cost accountants. [Gabriel]  Ice is now applying the guiding principle of
the moneyed everywhere---pay the major contractors, blow off the small
ones." ---p. 188

see Gabriel Ice's Long Island mansion, where Gatsby's deceptions are
embodied today--that whatever-it-is-creature Maxine runs from. Reminds me,
conceptually, of those
creatures from the future in Against the Day.

The wide and deep anti-nostalgia theme and the horror story of late
capitalism in this novel. And Russians! Importing *real *high fat ice cream.
Not "fucking unsaturated vegetable oils. Hippie shit. Corrupting entire
generation....today, for you....*vishnya, *which is sour cherry."

And, Go back and read Chap 14 with its moving last sentence (speaking of
nostalgia gone sour: "Leaving behind them in the Lucky 18 an empty
orchestra playing to an empty room." )



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