just finished reading Thomas Pynchon’s latest shaggy-dog novel, Bleeding Edge. he’s always happiest, it seems, steeped in byzantine webs of paranoiac conspiracies, and never more so than here, where he out-cyberpunks William Gibson while trawling through not the near future, but the recent past. 9/11 is the centerpoint of an anum of virtual reality technology, surveillance, national security, and Yupper West Side Hell. It’s a lol-funnier book than he’s ever done before (invoked in part by its epigraph taken from the ultimate Gotham smartass, Donald E. Westlake), and a paean to Manhattan to rival Woody Allen.
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