Bleeding Edge [Thomas Pynchon] on *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. Thomas Pynchon’s multi-genre novel loses itself in glib in-jokes and pop-culture references, writes Talitha Stevenson. Reviewed by David Kipen. Published 50 years ago by long-gone J.B. Lippincott & Co., Thomas Pynchon’s V. wasn’t just the best first novel ever.

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Very few writers can write novels that are real funny and real frightening, real serious and real ridiculous, real human and real artificial. The book is set in large part among the early s geek culture, and there is a feeling of almost limitless potential that’s about to be exploited or squandered. View all 4 comments. Naturally not, but I decided to stick around, employing a skill set acquired while reading Ulysses and trying to read Finnegans Wake—full torpedoes ahead and damn it all.

The overall effect is one of amused frustration, of dying to find that one extra piece of information that will help make sense of this overwhelming and vaguely threatening world. I’m not sure Real-ish Review Dwell upon our memories, but there are no facts.

Bleeding Edge by Thomas Pynchon – review

Also, they include lots of puns and–a word I just learned, which is worth it–feghoots. Fiction Add to myFT. Pynchon’s prose batters you from all points, tumbling you in its wake of digressions, its undertow of sheer incomprehensibility, in which you can only hope to absorb by ?

The rolling frontier or bleeding edge of this collapse is where we persistently and helplessly live. Another place we can find some kind of innocence: Another fun game is to decide whether this is a ‘now’ book, or a ‘then’ book, with the temptation being to say that his late-twentieth-century books are minor with the exception of V.

Looking over the reviews I note that most are from men who have read everything Pynchon has edbe. The plot’s dizzying profusion of murder suspects plays like something out of early Raymond Chandler, under whose bright star Bleeding Edge unmistakably unreels. Secret things are said and done here, and people act without restraint when they are anonymous and have no social restraints or inhibitions.

Foul play, of course. Aug 26, Pages. It felt like Pynchon had been walking among us back then, that it’s quite possible he was that weird old guy who was also at some dive bar that had some Minor Threat blasting out of a Jukebox, or passing through neighborhoods that pyndhon stand but no longer have any of the same feelings about them.


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I suppose these books are equally immersive, equally replete with paranoia and feverish rambling and myriad in-and-out characters and unexpected song breaks and punning turned thomaa high art this one has a titty bar called Joie de Beavre, to give just one shining example. Each page has a little more of it than the one before, but you never quite get to the clincher. If not here at the end of history, when? Basically I wasted a month of my reading life on this.

Next to the Alley a couple years ago? Mental note to self, next time you read a book but you can’t post a review for a couple of months thomaw don’t you try writing the fucking review soon after you read the book, and not wait till the day before the book is to be published? The Kabbalic notion of a deep web where the eschatological becomes, well, virtual is hardly a new idea. Perhaps I’m not “ready” to read him yet – or maybe, rather, Pynchon was not ready to write a book like this?

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So I won’t attempt any such analysis. Almost all Pynchon’s books are historical novels, with this one no exception. One irritating trope I’ve noticed among critics of his more recent works is this idea that he writes “shaggy dog” stories – that is, his books are merely extended versions of the famous “We’re the aristocrats!

Not that they are really separate people, or that there is a massive difference in quality between the two, but there is something un-massive about some of his works.

And yet at the same time this is somehow thematically tied to the twin towers, so that ecge they come down, the possibilities of this new medium also seem increasingly to be built on very shaky thhomas. This is also the Pynchon novel that sells me the most on the common criticism that his characters pyjchon flat, with only Maxine seeming grounded in any sort of recognizable reality.

Oct 01, W. But just how innocent were they, really? View all 6 comments. Real Review coming 9. I once read a quote to the effect that New York is the only city you can write about without sounding provincial; whether that’s true or not, since I can imagine it being both a small canvas for a great artist and an impossibly daunting one for a lesser artist, Pynchon gives the city the same treatment he’s given to the more exotic locales he’s used over the years, filling it with all the little details that will jump out at anyone who’s ever visited or lived there.


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Within the tangle of gags, there is a complex plot. Bleeding Edge is mellow, plummy, minor-key Pynchon, his second such in a row since Against the Day –that still-smoking asteroid, whose otherworldly inner music readers are just beginning to tap back at.

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Everyone is partying like it’s V counterpoised the beatnik Fifties in New York with the atrocities of colonial Europe, the concentration camps of South Africa and the wartime rubble of Valletta in Malta.

Maxine Tarnow, the star of this particular show, will conjure up inescapable memories of Oedipa Maas in The Crying of Lot Trivia About Bleeding Edge. Pynchon, your tinfoil hat is showing? I wouldn’t have written about Infinite Jest otherwise. Add to this thematic weight the fact that Pynchon invokes the tones of multiple thomaw — detective story, chick lit, teen lit, sci-fi, Tom Wolfean social satire — and the fact that it takes almost pages, most of them frantic with pop-culture references, to thomaas, and a sense emerges of the scale of investment Pynchon demands from his reader.

This, I think, is textually certain. And just when you thought you couldn’t dislike Bleeding Edge any more, Pynchon lends serious thmas to the Truther conspiracy blfeding. But mostly, I loved the fully fleshed out heroin and her moral code adjusting to changing circumstances and priorities as the story advanced.

Like at one point our heroine is stumped about a crime investigation, having already been on the scene and uncovered absolutely nothing, and she’s got an appointment with bkeeding acupuncturist, who is late, and it just so happens that the sexy stranger in the waiting room with her is a “professional nose,” so of course through a series of clever subterfuges she sneaks him over to the crime scene and he recognizes the lingering whiff of an obsolete cologne in the air, which gets her that much closer to punchon out whodunit.