Monday, October 14, 2013
Bleeding Edge by Thomas Pynchon
But I love (or always say I love) Pynch. Well, I love V and Gravity's Rainbow and the short stories in Slow Learner. Reading alot of DF Wallace lately, who idolized Pynchon, made me curious about this new title.
But no dice. An exhausting swirl on interesting description, heavily-worked-over-like-in-the-Catskills comedic dialogue, new characters appearing and disappearing before the old ones have been set in stone, pop cultural references stacked like deli sandwiches from hell, lots of exposition in dialogue and in the mouthy third-person-narrator's insights: it wore me out.