"We are Unable to locate the page you are requested. The page or May Have Moved May No Longer Be available. "
As you rightly pointed out two months ago Ron Rosenbaum in The New York Observer, is a very pynchoniano message. Interestingly these words leaped to his computer screen while looking for a site about the invisibility of Thomas Pynchon. Splendid. Pynchoniano. Wonderful Yes.
Pynchon hides among the crowd of Upper West Side. But we go there with eyes wide open. And the glasses clean. To see what other eyes have seen before. Eyes that love.
In its cover we've seen a sadomasochistic air V2, the London skyline bathed in an orange sky, a colorful rocket, the legs of a new German Dietrich , Japanese ideographs, the colorful trail of a rainbow that has lost its curve, the pump in an engraving. Beautiful covers that keep the words we love. The Gravity's Rainbow. Any other fetish print, on the covers, the power of books, has reinterpreted these illustrations. Yesterday we one of his works. Eric Lebofsky draw what you love ... Pynchon also loves. And others. It has even have sharpened their pencils to make up the record collection of Alma Mahler.
As usual, you know our more seasoned readers that this is serendipity, looking for something else, we have been assaulted on the way the critical that once made Rodrigo Fresán of Gravity's Rainbow. "(...) reading is, yes, one of those experiences transferable. We must take risks, go, run away with Slothorp and reached 1,148 page, feeling sad and privileged because dancing has come to an end ... but who takes away the dance ". Who could resist the cry that comes across the sky ? We, you know ... no.
(We remind you that we constantly open the phone in question).