figured i may as well do the happenin thing & make a thread of threads&more substantial musings and pin something to the top of all this better than some shit about dan brown & pussy. a lot of these are back and forths with people, due s/o to all them:
thinking about the supposed meeting between brian wilson and thomas pynchon where they just sat across from each other silently in Wilson's living room for 2 hours, both too terrified of the other's vibe to speak
Brian Wilson opens a health food store in West Hollywood called “The Radiant Radish”. When asked what his favorite part of running the store was he responded, “the cash register”. (1969)
you should NOT be interested in the fact that all of the places mentioned in the beach boys' "kokomo" were/are hubs of slavery and human trafficking. do NOT concern yourself with the fact that it was produced by manson family associate terry melcher.
there's a lot i need to get away from right now, so i spent the night getting away in the best way i know how: taking a long look at a section of against the day. this is probably gonna long as shit and discursive as shit, so it'll be split into two parts, but 🧵🧵🧵
lil against the day 🧵
so i wanna look tonight at a 5 page chunk of Against the Day by Thomas Pynchon that i've never really seen dug into before, specifically pgs107-112 1/however many it takes
there's a line somewhere in one of the long Pynchon books about how very strong hash will turn all of your reality into a design on a Persian rug and I didn't really believe that until I smoked this shit
thomas pynchon is a reclusive individual because he doesn't want his readers knowing he's lame the way we know for a fact bill vollmann is a lame ass mf
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receiving any kind of military support from the Vatican after the year 1700 feels like calling your mom to fight the school bully for some reason
Missile intertial guidance systems are some of the most sorcerous objects ever created, the old ones were ominous floating spheres harnessing esoteric formulas and the new ones do the same with channeled lasers
joke: Slothrop is fucking women & causing rockets to fall
woke: Tyrone is lying about fucking these women while rockets fall
bespoke: Tyrone is fucking Nazi agents who lead him to rocket-fall sites, fuck him, & dissolve into time using oneirine, leaving no trace of themselves
has anyone ever even tried to figure out what thomas pynchon's getting at with the hollow earth stuff or are we just gonna chalk it up to pulpy predilections and leave it at that
anyone who hoards this many copies of the OG sunburst edition of GR should spend the rest of their life in fucking salt mine with no better tool than their tears
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his son's only like 31, I guarantee TRP has at least a passing familiarity, and the man loves his trash TV, so why not video games?
apparently the owner of what my manager called "the best reviewed pizza spot in LA" came into the store today and the pizza I made him was so good he came back to the kitchen and shook my fucking hand
there's a part in the new
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series where they talk about pinchbeck's idea of building the third temple as a "holograph projection above the Dome of the Rock" & i am contractually obligated to tap the pynchon sign again
I think it ultimately pales to GR and AtD as a complete novel, but Mason and Dixon are without question two of Pynchon's best characters, probably THE best. so finely wrought, so human, so gently funny, just perfection
me when Bret Easton Ellis is finally revealed as a chomo Peter Thiel associate after i've vociferously hated his pathetic, boohoo-ass rich boy novels for more than a decade
hypothetically speaking (and I don't wanna even talk about choosing a book rn) if i were to try and get a lil once a week or so book club together to read some Pynchon over the summer, would anybody be down?
all I can really say about Inherent Vice last night is that Bigfoot choking on the banana is already one of the funniest shots in history, but seeing it in 70mm made me laugh so hard my soul ripped
did some poking around and it turns out apparently IG Farben's American re-brand General Aniline Film & Dye bought the Sawyer's company in 66 & became the sole producer of the ViewMaster
all right, time for some more pynchon posting. gonna continue roughly where i left off last night on the subject of africa in against the day, this time looking at fleetwood vibe, a pretty minor character.
having recently re-read a good chunk of his published work, the overwhelming impression i get from cormac mccarthy is that homeboy ran with some absolutely insane women
David Lynch's Surrealism is a uniquely American surrealism which is separated from European capital S Surrealism because Lynch understands that America is not a country but the final metaphysical battleground between Good and Evil
realizing that Pynchon's repeated use of things like "a-and", "b-but" and "or-or" in his authorial voice probably has no real deeper meaning other than to lend the entirety of said voice a bit of an air of Porky Pig
finished vineland late last night & spent today percolating re: the way it fits into the grand scheme of TRP's work & these are just some impressions i have immediately on finishing it first time thru
gone are the days of smoking shit named after industrial strength adhesives, South Park characters and CIA mind control projects. we smoke that cheetah piss now
heard the waiter say something about me being an addict as I headed out to smoke and I will gut your dehydrated, Pokémon tattoo having , white boy with chains on ass in this parking lot like a fish any day, friendo, gimme half the opportunity
i think a thing with mason and dixon is that many will call it pynch's masterpiece simply because it's the most respectable of his large trilogy; it isn't a frightening, constantly shifting cipher that may itself be alive like gravity's rainbow, and it lacks the gargantuan list/
it was one thing for that doctor's office to not hire me, but going out of their way to tell me the exact typing speed of the asshole they did hire, that struck me as vaguely shitty
now, the thrust of these pages is this: the chums of chance are flying over the indian ocean when they have an encounter w/ a spectral child who strikes me as the kid from charlie chaplin movies. so we're already in a zone of the chums kinda seeing the future
this has gotta be my rock bottom in terms of things i've willingly put in my fucking body, this is way way way below getting high on the dog's pain pills
every version of this story seems to agree that Eulalia taunted her captors to her last breath, and upon dying, a white dove is said to have flown from her mouth, with snow immediately covering her body like a white shroud, another very Bolano-esque image
i don't really know what he's getting at by naming this lawyer after Eulalia, it just seems to me that this was all at least informing his decision, and i think it goes to show the level of sheer density Bolano was working with in this book. ☮️☮️☮️