His heavily accented English was like afternoon rain on a skylight when you are reading a book in bed, and though you are very warm and comfortable, you are definitely not going to sleep, you will just rest your eyes and head for a moment, not for long, just a second more …posted by languagehat at 6:05 AM on August 24, 2010
I snapped awake in time to hear him say, “The detonator is more often than not a small breach in the syntax, and as for the nitro, well, it’s easy—it’s the nuclear energy that holds together our reality.” I wasn’t sure this made sense, so I looked to my neighbours for confirmation. The prophet’s expression was unreadable; on the pad of the man to my left there were no notes, just a drawing of a cat wearing a shirt and tie.
All the same, at least four story clusters might be sketched in. They flow together, separate, knot and vanish into thin air, but they can be followed.I loved AtD. When I finished it, I wanted to start over. Someone linked to the wiki above. After finishing AtD I knew that if a wiki didn't exist I'd have to create one.
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1) "The Airship Boys cluster, which is told in a boys' adventure idiom. ...
2) "Western Revenge cluster, which is told through an array of western narrative voices ...
3) "The Geek Eccentric Scientist cluster, which is told in an amalgam of styles. ...
4) "The Flaneur Spy Adventuress cluster, told in any style that comes to hand, from the shilling shocker to Huysmans ...
the vertiginous moments when I was no longer sure what was happening (let alone to whom)is the sort of thing our English teachers punished us for. So, Pynchon, back to Mr. Keating's class for you.
Despite getting lost and having to ask schoolchildren for directions—which they gave scornfully—I arrived at Marie Curie University ninety minutes early. I bought several packets of unfamiliar candy from the vending machines, which I ate while sitting beneath a pine tree. As I chewed, I considered my talk, which was on the idea of utopia in Inherent Vice.. . . and quit. Jeez-usss, that's some weak-ass New Yorker-manque shit right there. "As I chewed . . ." Yes, because how would I get a full sense of the scene if I didn't get a clear sense of the rhythmic sounds of your mastication as you pondered. At each swallow, did you have to stop thinking about your talk until you'd stuffed another bonbon into your mouth?
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