Pynchon-l Digest, Vol 59, Issue 12 - a tranformation, a juxtaposition?....or a transposition?

[Justin Pittman]

As always, your best thoughts and worst criticisms are welcome and
appreciated. I hate to be an alarmist, but when the roof is on fire and the
firemen are standing there with a gas can and matches like Slim and
Dre...it might be time to rethink who we call for help....

 Marred materialism manifests malicious monopolies. Maternal men mitigate
mere metaphysical materialism; meager misanthropic mortality mystified,
moreover morose, manufacturing malfeasance for manipulation of the masses.
Macabre montages of melancholy mirth. Make, maneuver, manage, move, more,
Much, MOST... 'merica. Mallum magnus morti.

The real shame is that, as usual, the stakholding two-fifths once more
offers enthusiastic collaboration with lofty goals presented and socially
laudable methods defined. Complicense is the bare minimum ticket price. If
the means to the desired ends is inpalpable to you, look away. Silently.
The reality is already here. Written in the blood of the less deserving
from before printed bindings straight on through the last word on the last
page of the WarFighter's never written down journal of repressed and
dissociated self hatred for the sins of the powers that marionette the
chess board of humanity. As a species, we have never once, not one single
solitary time, failed to massively overwhelm any admonishable
accomplishments achieved for the human good through the evolution of our
internal or external technologies. Without exception, the best inovations
of the dreamers, the best methods of municipalities and the best will of
the massive majority are pulverized to dust under the crushing relentless
wheels of The Family. Most of us know it. It's the Valium we take to go
down, the Vivant we take to wake up. It's therapy and vacation, new house,
car, phone, wristwatch, pressurized rock earrings that equate to a year for
some, a decade for others. Have no care. The world will still be there.
FoIA be damned when the whole thing is redacted. We'll wait till six months
after each writ is enacted. The whole time we'll jeer at the tinfoil hats
and their fear. We don't realize that they were right six months ago about
what is a two minute outrage on the nightly news. Fortune tell and
prophecy, the world stuck on half speed. When the last soldiers are fully
programmed youth, PeopleSoft in the flesh and mesh, who's conscience will
rule the day? When the last of the paltry remaining power check of the
People on this Deep monstrosity is expunged from our society and collected
from our homes and hands, what will the bright new future look like for the
obsolete?

 Then don't be obsolete, some may say. Fine. Good. Fair enough. If a turn
at word play is the test,  then sit down for a chat with the rest. You'll
find that the rest can argue the best once all of our thoughts are
WordPressed. What lymric and rhyme mean to say, is that you have a function
today. Yet, given the time, and for enough dimes, your function too goes
away. Utopia less crowded will soon be unshrouded and only the guilty will
stay.



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> Date: Tue, 13 Dec 2022 10:10:41 -0500
> From: Joseph Tracy <brook7 at sover.net>
> To: Michael Bailey <michael.lee.bailey at gmail.com>, Pynchon List
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> thoughts on ch 38
> Maxine found ?the day somehow blighted by this what-is-reality issue?
>
>    Is there a difference between the oymoronic tendency of the phrase
> ?artificial intelligence? and the more obviously absurd phrase 'artificial
> reality? or 'artificial life?? Words and picture can bend the mind but they
> can?t make frogs or a blade of grass, or photosynthesize carbohydrates from
> sunlight or bring the dead to life. Distinguishing the artificial from the
> real can get hard but there is a diffrence and perhaps more difference than
> we would care to find out by surprise.
>
> People often think they want to know the truth, the reality , until they
> find out the reality, or at least enough of the truth to freak them the
> fuck out, or up, or into the grave. A person seems to be defying the odds,
> spinning through the city in virtual flight like a magic lid. Free from
> it's trash-can and headed for glory, but around the next corner it gets
> flattened,  turned from aerodynamic marvel to plastic litter on the streets
> of Manhattan.
>     In ch. 38 a real person on a real street disappears like magic, and a
> dead person, his personality intact, appears in a virtual computer world.
> Did someone program Lester into deep archer? Did Maxine?s subconscious
> program his appearance? Avi and Brooke left their tribal identity in Israel
> to come back to a promising NYC job withbig shot  Ice; the questionable
> narrative of heroic nation building turning into a rather hellish paranoia
> of cut-throat infighting and directives to find the evil insider( where
> have I watched that story lately?).
>    Maxine is the Dante style seeker in this story and the harder she
> searches the weirder things get and the more her fellow seekers start to
> head for the hills like Reg and Eric. Or find some other form of Departure.
> May I suggest there are a lot of people having this experience in as
> disconcerting a way as Maxine. How many will be packing and learning Krav
> Maga before it?s over?  Anyway what if you don?t seek, but follow orders,
> grab some previously stolen cash, fill your laptop memories with home made
> porn,  head off arm in arm with someone looking for eau de cologne of
> Hitler, sell shit that doesn?t exist, believe shit that doesn?t exist?  Is
> a capitalist inferno close enough? Does everyone have enough enemies yet?
>   Funny how Maxine/we expects the ghost of the dead victim to know who did
> it, surely death confers answers, not just the same old memories with no
> particular meaning. Billions of memories are now stored somewhere in the
> various levels of death or government or corporate secrecy,   the dark web,
> the triple password-protected servers, or on actual hard copies which we
> think of as more real than digital versions. Are they there so they can be
> accessed when needed or are they there to be forgotten by everyone, so the
> new recruits can make the same profitable mistakes the old recruits made.
>   Is the future Pynchon is exploring about who controls memories?.. about
> who controls the relation between information wars and real wars? Will krav
> maga allow us to defend the memories that make us who we are? Who decides
> what we are allowed to know?  Ownership in the information age is more and
> more a function of submission to allowable truth. That is what the
> characters in BE seem to find out as they look their gift horse in the
> mouth and see some well armed greeks with  serious coding skills  ready to
> take the joint over.
>
>
>
>
>
>
> > On Dec 12, 2022, at 5:58 AM, Michael Bailey <
> michael.lee.bailey at gmail.com> wrote:
> >
> > Tells Shawn the emotherapist all the Windust emotions she couldn?t tell
> her
> > father; tells Shawn she?s through with his tutelage.
> >
> > He gives her a final bit of wisdom.
> >
> >
> > The passage of time without harm to Ziggy & Otis makes her feel a tiny
> bit
> > better each day.
> >
> >
> > She realizes her sister Brooke is pregnant.
> >
> >
> > Avi gets in the habit of confiding in Maxine during visits to her office.
> > He hates working at hashslingrz & wants to quit but they just bought
> into a
> > co-op.
> >
> >
> > Periodically Maxine looks at the Windust dossier file on her hard drive,
> &
> > mysteriously, more material is being added to it.
> >
> >
> > & of course she can?t stay out of DeepArcher.
> >
> > Running into Lester Traipse:
> >
> > ? ?So! Lester. Who did the deed??
> >
> >         ?Interesting. First thing most people want to know is what?s it
> > like being dead.?
> >
> >         ?OK, what?s it??
> >
> >         ?Ha, ha, trick question, I?m not dead, I?m a refugee from my
> life.
> > As for whodunit,
> >            I?m supposed to know? I arranged over the phone to drop a
> > shrink-wrapped cube of cash
> >            as a first installment for Ice underneath The Deseret pool at
> > midnight, next thing
> >            I know, I?m here wandering around with my spectral thumb in my
> > metaphysical ass.?
> >
> >
> >         ?Igor Dashkov said you talked about trying to seek some kind of
> > asylum in DeepArcher.
> >            Is this who I?m really talking to now, Igor? Misha, Grisha??
> >
> >
> >         ?Don?t think so, I say ?the? too much?
> >
> >
> > Then she finds a place created by her sons, Zigotisopolis. It?s a retro
> New
> > York from before the Trump-and-his-ilk depredations, which would have
> > required formidable research. She doesn?t announce herself, but makes a
> > mental note to talk with them about it, back in ?reality.?
> >
> > Which she?s finding increasingly difficult to distinguish from the
> virtual
> > worlds.
> >
> > Sees some weird things on the street, most notably the merchant fraudster
> > Uncle Dizzy, who proffers a ring of invisibility. When she gives it back
> to
> > him, he puts it in, *and disappears!*
> >
> >
> > Meeting up with Eric, she helps him take a photo for a traveling ID, and
> > his take - he?s been having reality-doubt too - is that maybe those
> Montauk
> > folks (he was with her when she went to their deep Web site & heard the
> > Colonel?s briefing) are messing with reality via time travel. Eric says
> > he?s going to be a radical activist in some kind of hacker Counterforce -
> > she later realizes that?s his way of saying goodbye.
> >
> > Driscoll still available via email, looking to get a day job & her own
> > place w/out roommates, sad but not surprised that Eric?s flown the coop.
> >
> > Stolid Horst is the only one in the family not subject to the
> > fantasy/reality blurring.
> >
> >
> >
> > Discussing this with Heidi - also not prone to this form of ?borderline
> > disorder? - there?s mention of a ?Granada-Asbury Park Uncertainty
> Question?
> > and, I finally figured out, a related Frank Sinatra song detailing the
> > quandary:
> > https://youtu.be/cweF4oj4RII
> >
> > This convo occurring at the airport where Heidi?s waiting to board a
> flight
> > to Munich with Conkling, whose 4711 Cologne sets off TSA alarms - he?s
> > still obsessed, Heidi and he are still an item. But no Munich trip that
> day.
> >
> >
> > Magical Messenger Marvin brings another CD: when she plays it there?s a
> > familiar face & voice. It seems Eric in his righteous quest has met
> kindred
> > spirit Reg Despard. They?ve found financing & they are going somewhere
> > snowy & mountainous in a rolling data center to do - something. He asks
> her
> > to destroy the disc after watching it.
> >
> > Horst watching over her shoulder recognizes the scenery as maybe Bozeman
> > Pass - she pauses the disc, Horst is not jealous recognizing Eric, but
> > envious of Eric driving out there in the frozen wastes - he loves that
> > stuff, and broaches taking Maxine there sometime.
> >
> > Unwilling for him to see potentially dangerous content, she gently nudges
> > Horst back to the TV before un-pausing the disc.
> >
> > Eric only has a little more to say, as to how they?re only getting
> started
> > just yet. The disc ends abruptly mid-sentence: ?Maybe someday -?
> >
> > But that could just be artsy editing by Reg Despard.
> > --
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> Date: Wed, 14 Dec 2022 06:59:27 +0100
> From: J?nos Sz?ky <miksaapja at gmail.com>
> To: pynchon -l <pynchon-l at waste.org>
> Subject: TRP in Hungary
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> Yesterday (December 14) Thomas Ruggles Pynchon was elected an honorary
> member of Hungary's independent (that's democratic opposition) Sz?chenyi
> Academy of Letters and Arts.
>
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> Date: Wed, 14 Dec 2022 01:06:44 -0500
> From: Michael Bailey <michael.lee.bailey at gmail.com>
> To: P-list <pynchon-l at waste.org>
> Subject: BEg2 ch 40 - brief summary
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> Having developed a distaste for the Deseret swimming pool, Maxine attends
> her sister Brooke?s health club, and finds March Kelleher puffing away on
> cigarettes in the snack bar, using the free wi-fi.
>
> March confides that she?s worried about her daughter Tallis, who?s been
> dumped by son-in-law Gabriel Ice. She describes Tallis as ?innocent? -
> Maxine doesn?t address criminal culpability, but in solidarity of
> motherhood, listens as March limns a picture of Taillis?s na?vet? - and of
> course, (?wo-mensch??) offers to take a dekko.
>
>
> Maxine finds Tallis in a tiny apartment in a hyper-modern building,
> drinking Hpnotiq
>
> http://www.hpnotiq.com
>
>
> SINCE STEPPING ONTO THE SCENE IN 2001, WE BROKE THE MOLD WITH OUR
> EYE-CATCHING COLOR AND PREMIUM BLEND OF EXOTIC FRUIT JUICES, FRENCH VODKA &
> A TOUCH OF COGNAC. NOW, IT?S TIME YOU DISCOVERED THE ORIGINAL FLAVOR AND
> SIGNATURE COLOR THAT CHANGED GAME.
>
>
> Tallis starts giving Maxine the scoop: says it started when she had noticed
> escalating trouble accessing anything online including necessary work
> sites; fast forward to Gabriel Ice screaming at her and throwing her
> possessions about, telling her to get out.
>
> Then she starts reminiscing about their college days and a movie called
> ?The Geek Who Couldn?t Sleep? which the two of them used to pretend they
> were in; eventually Tallis?s remembering hanging with Ice?s old roommate
> Dieter at a post-9-11 funeral; Dieter?s bagpipes are experiencing high
> demand.
>
> Maxine gets Tallis to admit to the previously-clocked-by-Maxine affair with
> Chaz Larday, & makes her aware - if she isn?t already - that Chazz is
> working for Ice.
>
> Maxine advises Tallis to call her mother, then notices a security cam
> blinking in a corner. They bat the thing till it falls, but Maxine urges
> that they get out immediately.
>
> In the lobby, Dragoslav the doorman advises Tallis of two guys leaving word
> that they?d be seeing Tallis.
>
> Maxine figures Misha & Grisha. Presumably there to help, not harm? Or so
> she spins it to Tallis, who?s beyond worried.
>
> & just around the corner, there the plucky padonki are, bustling the ladies
> into Igor?s ZiL. Apparently they were planning on holding Tallis as a
> hostage to ensure Ice?s behavior while they do - something?
>
> Tallis laughs while Maxine explains to the lads why Tallis isn?t a
> realistic hostage candidate.
>
> So it turns out they?re headed for one of Ice?s server farms upstate which
> Tallis has been to & offers to draw them a map of. She has trouble with the
> name of the property, Tewattsirokwas - and Maxine is hit with nostalgia for
> the Trotskyite summer camp she attended at that exact spot.
>
> Lake Heatsink nearby has the depth & coldness that make it a great spot for
> a server farm.
>
> They?ve got a vircator they are going to run a little test with, not
> full-scale, ?maybe 10%.?
>
> Igor ?doesn?t know about this,? and Maxine goes along but fishes for more.
> Apparently Igor?s sympathies with the Chechens had caused his leaving the
> Spetsnaz -
>
> < this stuff really conveys a lot more to me lately, Chechnya?s laudable
> aspirations of independence having been ruthlessly crushed at the
> insistence of glabrous-domed villain Putin back in the 90s, whilst the
> ?free world? was reveling in the ?peace dividend? - revealing his scabrous
> nature & genocidal imperialism all the way back then>
>
> <so Igor from at least some angles is a righteous dude, I knew I liked him
> at least a little>
>
> And thus, Igor was supporting Chechens financially with some of the money
> Lester Traipse was funneling away from the Wahhabist prick-bastards that
> Ice (& possibly the CIA) was sending it to.
>
> <this has to be unknown to Putin, right? or otherwise, Igor would have to
> be looking out for pointy umbrellas and so forth >
>
> So it isn?t just revenge for Traipse - though that?s the part which
> emotionally moved Misha & Grisha - but also for an interruption of funds
> that Igor?s friends count on.
>
>
> Poughkeepsie?s where M&G meet their contact Yuri with his generator for the
> vircator (Maxine upon seeing the size of it has some doubts about the
> ?maybe 10%?) - and it?s where Maxi & Tallis get out of the ZiL & board the
> 10:59 back to Manhattan.
>
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> Date: Wed, 14 Dec 2022 02:22:56 -0500
> From: Joseph Tracy <brook7 at sover.net>
> To: Michael Bailey <michael.lee.bailey at gmail.com>, Pynchon List
>         <pynchon-l at waste.org>
> Subject: Re: BEg2 ch 39 - brief summary
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>
> Tarot as though a message is being assembled from modern characters, The
> scholar, houseless, haunted woman...
> in the pedestrian corridor to the Port of Authority ads for movies,
> albums, yup toys,fashon? she thinks hell were a bus station in NY this is
> what All Hope Abandon would look like( sounds more a P thought than a
> Maxine reference.) My earlier (ch 38 thoughts) Dante reference was
> intuitive, not recalling this passage. This refer ence to hell is more than
> a little strange from a woman whose best friend is obsessed with the
> cultural ephemera being advertised. Still, death has a way of putting
> things in the starkest perspective and Windusts death was as starkly grim a
> memory and a regret as any that occupy Maxine.  I really don?t know how to
> take this vision of hell aspect of Bleeding Edge. Is it about the way we,
> or they, have structured the world from our own, or their own, darkest
> fears and most lascivious dreams of winners and losers in deadly games with
> the fierce gods of our moment in time? Is it the real structure of the
> world or just a case of following priests, salesmen and polit
>  icians in their unnecessary derangement? The reason the image of the bus
> station ads as the entry to hell makes sense to me is that it is
> entertainment and distraction which pulls us away from the prophetic
> warnings about where we are headed. There is less and less common ground in
> our stories. There is only win or lose in the ampitheatre of an ever
> shortening public span of attention where
> we are cheering spectators until the moment when our head is needed for a
> ball. I cannot go along with the idea that BE is Pynchon Lite.
>
>  Random thought: The one thing that Pynchon fails to take seriously in BE
> is the mythic power of the Islamic terrorist ?bermensch . He appears only
> as a halloween mask of Misha/Grisha, as a hundred arabs working on
> computers in a secret room at hashslingerz. What kind of a 9-11 story is
> this fer christsakes?
>
>    Xiomara. Such a beautiful name. If you have never heard the cuban
> american singer Xiomara Laugart she is soulful and subtle  and worth a
> listen; ocean breezes flow through her.
>
> Xiomara's story with Windust is telling. He 'saves' her from his own
> deadly mission.  American CIA heroes are always saving the benighted, those
> beguiled by anti-market forces and those  who think they should decide for
> themselves what they want . Windust is the one who needed saving, but his
> lostness went back far and deep and he was so lost that he had no idea how
> much he needed something  real. We have met him before in the works of
> Pynchon, picking off Hereros in the distance, experimenting on children,
> doing those things that ?somebody has to do?, according to some very
> important somebodies. He was loved by 3 women we knw of  but it barely got
> past his cock, never came near who ever he was before he was recruited into
> the great game.
>
> Well ok we?ve all known a few Windusts, and we all are dealing with the
> effects of their version of realism.
>
>
>
> > On Dec 13, 2022, at 2:19 AM, Michael Bailey <
> michael.lee.bailey at gmail.com> wrote:
> > .
> > Corrigendum from Chapter 38: Uncle Dizzy, who proffers a ring of
> > invisibility. When she gives it back to him, he puts it in, *and
> > disappears!*
> >
> >
> >
> > Maxine riding the subway seeing faces in windows of trains on parallel
> > tracks, as if they are Tarot cards.
> > Those whose eyes meet hers she figures are portentous. Eventually she
> > wonders if she?s performing the same function for some of them.
> >
> >
> > One of these people makes contact with her. It?s Windust?s Guatemalan
> > honey! She?s got an envelope, redolent of 9:30 Cologne, with the money
> > Windust borrowed from her at their last meeting, and some ?vig.?
> >
> > After apologizing that it?s not the earrings she?d requested, Xiomara
> > suggests they walk over the Brooklyn Bridge together. Maxine agrees,
> > stipulating to a meal thereafter.
> >
> > Xiomara?s apparently in academia now, and is repaying Maxine as a favor
> to
> > Windust?s 2nd wife, now widow, Dotty (and also perhaps in aid of
> learning &
> > relaying news to interested Beltway parties on the likelihood of Maxine
> > making waves vis a vis Windust?s quietus.)
> >
> > At lunch, they converse.
> >
> > Xiomara has been on friendly terms with Dotty since the Clinton years.
> > She?s got some words on ultra-violent ancient Mayan ballgames & hellish
> > underground playing fields, & how they?d captured Windust?s imagination,
> > for Maxine to add to her collection of horror stories, intermingled
> > meaningfully with Rios Montt horrors & Windust?s role in those, before he
> > smuggled her out of that danger zone.
> >
> > He gave Xiomara a much-belated (like, way, way, way belated! He was
> already
> > married to Dottie, Maxine surmises) huge diamond engagement ring,
> >
> > ?When you get to D.F.*, I want
> >            you to sell it,? and it wasn?t till then, that ?you? instead
> of
> > ?we,? that she understood
> >            he was leaving?
> >
> > * Mexico City
> >
> >
> > They walk to Fulton Landing where they can look across the river at
> ?Ground
> > Zero.? Xiomara initiates another walk back across the Brooklyn Bridge.
> >
> > From an observation platform they look at the site.
> >
> > Maxine thinks, but doesn?t speak, of DeepArcher, where in a virtual way
> the
> > undestroyed site still ?exists.?
> >
> > Xiomara says Windust had come there often in his last days, thinking he
> had
> > unfinished business. She thinks, though, that his soul is in Xibalba now.
> > The Mayan hell.
> >
> >
> > Later at home, Maxine sniffs the last of the 9:30 Cologne on the envelope
> > and money,
> > ? trying to summon back something as invisible and weightless
> >            and inaccountable as his spirit . . .?
> >
> >
> >
> > (With a similar longing to that that she?d felt for the untrammeled WTC
> at
> > the observation deck?)
> >
> >
> > ? And later, next to snoring Horst, beneath the pale ceiling, city light
> > diffusing through
> >            the blinds, just before drifting downward into REM, good
> night.
> > Good night, Nick.?
> > --
> > Pynchon-L: https://waste.org/mailman/listinfo/pynchon-l
>
>
>
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> Date: Wed, 14 Dec 2022 02:44:53 -0500
> From: Michael Bailey <michael.lee.bailey at gmail.com>
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> Subject: Corrigendum redux
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> Previously: ?Corrigendum from Chapter 38: Uncle Dizzy, who proffers a ring
> of invisibility. When she gives it back to him, he puts it in, *and
> disappears!?*
>
>
> *Whoops - I did it again!*
>
> ?he puts it *on*?
>
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