The Crying of Lot 49, the Group Read of 2024

[Mark Kohut]

page 16....This reading, the phrase Echo Courts rings in my head as more
of the narcissistic self-absorption of Oed's time and place.
"the face of the nymph was much like Oedipa's"..."not exactly
a hooker but the windstorm blowing up the vulgar outfit of
the nymph...'the hot sun and the dead-still air"....what a wasteland....
and that upskirting windstorm is what Oedipa has, "remembering her idea
about a slow whirlwind, which she couldn't hear"....

God is dead-ness. The air is entropic. And that God who used to speak
out of the biblical whirlwind had slowed down and could no longer be
heard....

I mean.

TRP is so f'in COMPACT. Verbal quilt of compressed meaning. But we knew
that, right?