Man, am I cranky today. Just finished a story about a feeble-minded grandfather on the eastern shore of Maryland that ends grimly. Skipjacks, oystermen in the 1930s, a confused young boy, a mixed blood African/Native American , and an ancient Colt pistol won in a corn-liquored poker game on a train from Chicago that accidentally slays and is used for bludgeoning patricide. *SIGH* Just about to start Pynchon's IV (left) and I'm soooo looking forward to it. Big fan. Gee, ain't that a clever double entendre? Inherent Vice = IV? A reference to our drugs addled America perhaps? Our brain-dead, ego-centric culture being fed through a tube? Or is it I, "V" referencing his first mindfuck of a novel? No, it can't the female anatomy reference...birth, sex, dea--- hold on. Sleeve the reading glasses for a second. Look at that cover. This Pynchon novel is set at the end of the sixties. Tri-fin set ups on surfboards didn't happen until '73 -'75 (even then, on shortboards only if I'm not mistaken, maybe in a Dick Brewer LSD drenched shaping shed--get Matt Warshaw on the phone...). Logs went straight out of fashion and those supertankers on the re-outfitted Ghostbusters meat wagon? Hmm, look like learner pop-outs or soft tops from today to me. Goddamnit. Again, will someone please fire the art fucking department and continuity directors. Oh, man, if I were King....hit it, boys.8/26/09
IV Bullsh*t
Man, am I cranky today. Just finished a story about a feeble-minded grandfather on the eastern shore of Maryland that ends grimly. Skipjacks, oystermen in the 1930s, a confused young boy, a mixed blood African/Native American , and an ancient Colt pistol won in a corn-liquored poker game on a train from Chicago that accidentally slays and is used for bludgeoning patricide. *SIGH* Just about to start Pynchon's IV (left) and I'm soooo looking forward to it. Big fan. Gee, ain't that a clever double entendre? Inherent Vice = IV? A reference to our drugs addled America perhaps? Our brain-dead, ego-centric culture being fed through a tube? Or is it I, "V" referencing his first mindfuck of a novel? No, it can't the female anatomy reference...birth, sex, dea--- hold on. Sleeve the reading glasses for a second. Look at that cover. This Pynchon novel is set at the end of the sixties. Tri-fin set ups on surfboards didn't happen until '73 -'75 (even then, on shortboards only if I'm not mistaken, maybe in a Dick Brewer LSD drenched shaping shed--get Matt Warshaw on the phone...). Logs went straight out of fashion and those supertankers on the re-outfitted Ghostbusters meat wagon? Hmm, look like learner pop-outs or soft tops from today to me. Goddamnit. Again, will someone please fire the art fucking department and continuity directors. Oh, man, if I were King....hit it, boys.