Do any of you people like Pynchon? I have too much stuff to read to even be able to pretend to myself that I could start on a work of his anytime soon, but it seems to me that Pynchon is something weird and worthwhile. Can someone recommend a good place to start within his body of work?
you guys I did it
I finished The Road to Reality
I started reading that book circa 2005
you can read infinite jest twice in the time it takes to play xenogears once.
one playthrough of ffX skipping all the optional shit is longer than reading infinite jest cover to cover.
homestuck’s word count was equal to infinite jest’s one year ago.
the entire harry potter series is twice as long as infinite jest.
considering all the other huge time dumps in people’s lives, this book is not that fucking daunting.
wow this is extremely sexy
also this is a fantastic novel in both senses
although I haven’t read it in English so I can’t vouch for any translations
The wages of sin is death, but so is the salary of virtue, and at least the evil get to go home early on Fridays.
The true opponent, the enfolding boundary, is the player himself. Always and only the self out there, on court, to be met, fought, brought to the table to hammer out terms. The competing boy on the net’s other side: he is not the foe: he is more the partner in the dance. He is the what is the word excuse or occasion for meeting the self. As you are his occasion. Tennis’s beauty’s infinite roots are self-competitive. You compete with you own limits to transcend the self in imagination and execution. Disappear inside the game; break though limits; transcend; improve; win. Which is why tennis is an essentially tragic enterprise, to improve and grow as a serious junior, with ambitions. You seek to vanquish and transcend the limited self whose limits make the game possible in the first place. It is tragic and sad and chaotic and lovely. All life is the same, as citizens of the human State; the animating limits are within, to be killed and mourned, over and over again.
Infinite Jest, pgs 122-123
Design by Chris Ayers
“Blood Sister: One Tough Nun” - Year of the Tucks Medicated Pad. Latrodectus Mactans Productions. Telma Hurley, Pam Heath, Marla-Dean Chumm, Dianne Saltoone, Soma Richardson-Levy, Cosgrove Watt; 35 mm; 90 minutes; color; sound. Parody of revenge/recidivism action genre, a formerly delinquent nun’s (Hurley’s) failure to reform a juvenile delinquent (Chumm) leads to a rampage of recidivist revenge. INTERLACE TELENT PULSE-DISSEMINATION 21 JULY Y.T.M.P., CARTRIDGE #357-87-04
[S]leeping can be a form of emotional escape and can with sustained effort be abused.
Cosgrove Watt, P. A. Heaven, Everard Maynell, Pam Heath; partial animation; 35 mm.; 65 minutes; black and white; sound.
The figure of Death (Heath) presides over the front entrance of a carnival sideshow whose spectators watch performers undergo unspeakable degradations so grotesquely compelling that the spectators’ eyes become larger and larger until the spectators themselves are transformed into gigantic eyeballs in chairs, while on the other side of the sideshow tent the figure of Life (Heaven) uses a megaphone to invite fairgoers to an exhibition in which, if the fairgoers consent to undergo unspeakable degradations, they can witness ordinary persons gradually turn into gigantic eyeballs.
INTERLACE TELENT FEATURE CARTRIDGE #357-65-65
Let the call go forth, to pretty much any nation we might feel like calling, that the past has been torched by a new and millennial generation of Americans.
Johnny Gentle, fictional POTUS (and then some), 2nd inaugural address