Speaking of Pynchon and coffee (in his work) which we have.

[Mark Kohut]

I wish I felt like copying some terrif writing by Olga Tokarczuk about
coffee
(and coffee grinders) in her novel/tale  *Primeval and Other Times. *

*SPOILER: *
The work ends with the coffee grinder as metaphor and, to be lame (because
she
is not lame about Time, a major theme) but OK with it, it grinds the coffee
of our time on
this earth but better than this statement.