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As for PACE, “Thadow Ticket” reads like one of its sub-plans, around Trans-Trianon 2000, a two-kilometer motorcycle circle through the disputed areas in Central Europe, and all speed and car. It is not customary for Pynchon, the book has never been unparalleled to explore some branches of science, mathematics or philosophy, and the moments in which he slows enough to allow the reader to look around in reality, and far between them – unfortunately, because when Pynchon wants to be great in showing the world to us. Below is a dense Nazi front in the bowling alley, in the external tributaries of Miluki, the Winchsen Winter Night lit up miles from referring to the outside: “Four or five different colors of deep purple to deep oranges, the bowling fades to the left, and the pins are scattered, again, over and over, except for electrical stones.
Throughout the period of that sentence, Pynchon is less bush than Edward Hopper, which makes us feel this scene by making us see it: night and neon, mashing of loneliness, and dangerous electric power. In general, the author is not in the field of making anyone feel things. (The bright exclusion of this rule is “Mason & Dixon”, which is one of his novels is not just great but also depends on the character, objectively clearly, and move it deeply.) Its usual type is farce-the rest of his characters belonging to the ridiculous situations they find in the basic situation, which is in the comic situation, in full color. At some point, someone delivers a live bomb in the streets of Milwoki, which barely managed to have a hunting hole on Michigan Lake before he went to Kabum; Later, a pair of spies escapes excessive in Tranceelvania by climbing the lines of the leaving ziplene. Either way, you can practically see the benday points and the speech colors. The emotional record of the book is mostly in the world of comic book. Also: The Good Guys suffer from their factors in the deadly danger; The bad guys are evil, but they are not scary. Even the Nazi craftsmen are never afraid, although sometimes they are shylin. (On the beer and the Bratwors: “We are national socialists, right?
For a while, all this is quite fun – Ellior Leonard Stan Lee meets, a type of tincolor Noir. However, the more subsequent the “shadow ticket” you get, the more it begins to suffer, as many subsequent Pynchon novels do, from the presence of its predecessors. Think about the bottom world of cheese, a very prominent criminality that it reads like a self -body. In another imagination, you will find price pricing on the exchange of cheese in Wisconsin, invading thieves from the corridors up and down in the cheese corridor in America, and the custodians of the maximum of the fake from Emmental and Gruyère?
The most important: What does all this do in this Fantasy action? From the beginning, Pynchon put his readings in the position of his characters, and we encouraged us to see the hidden importance and mysterious relationships within his books (and then), and as a result of this to grow steadily with every passing page. Certainly, we are supposed to think, this work should mean cheese-perhaps, as Pynchon is harassing, “something more political, and some major confrontation between the powers based on cheese or colonies, mainly northwestern Europe, and the huge cheese of Asia.” Or perhaps Pinchon, who almost killed one of the characters of the title “”Mason and Dixon“With a giant wheel of Gloucester, it is what the lactose might be tolerant. Or maybe he thought it would be funny to write about large cheese of large cheese.
Your appetite may differ, but for me, there are no longer nine novels, all of these novels that wear the symbol and exhaustion with exciting dimensions. The same applies to other bells and PYNCHON style exercises; Even the seventy -seven dowry is still a hoax, and a lot of what is smart in its law now looks exhausted. In the “shadow ticket”, you will find countless texts inside the text, including the usual LP songs-“Midnight in Milwaukee”, “Goodbye to Budapest.” (“Boo, HOO, HOOO-DAPEST”, The Singer Croons.) You will find Golements. You will find ghosts. If you are interested in investigation, you will find anomalies in real life boiled from the past because it coincides with the invention of pure Pynchon-including Clara Rokmour, a famous Termin player (Pinchon is supposed to be appreciated), and the X-ray machine for superior equipment shoes, which were not already exist but produced by Miluki. You will find the exotic transportation forms mentioned above: those allocated from U-Poat, which is an Autogiro, a huge motorcycle built to accommodate three German artists from hands, Dieter, and Heinz, which looks combined like a personal damage company in Minnesota. You will inevitably find strange names: Dr. Sawampskot FOB, a special agent responsible for TP O’Grizbee, the famous illusion, or the real article Zoltán von Kiss. (As for our humble hero, it is assumed that it was called JME MCTAGGART, an influential British philosopher who adopted semi -incident beliefs, that time is an illusion and that the human spirit, associated with others of its kind with love, is the basic unit in reality.)
Never calm this individual individual range, but music darkens greatly at the end of the “shadow ticket”. Jewish hatred is spreading and intensifying, Europe becomes a place to escape, and turns around the price of milk in the United States leads to a coup in which FDR is prolonged and General Douglas McArthur requires power. Hicks hold in exile, with the Hungarian Hungarian motorcycle, but eager to Milwoki, where the smell of air is like grilled nischers and has become like the Axordion and life lessons “rarely become more dangerous than stole someone from someone’s fish.”
By that time, I was also eager to Milwocke – for early early pages of the “shade ticket”, when it seemed that something coherent formed under fun. Instead, we get darkness not only moral, but cognitive. Suicide in the Budapest bathroom, a secret society of people is sexually attracted to lamps that tasteless, a fully cinematic conspiracy on violence and excessive food: these things are not Bush; It is Bush – for tampering, without any clear or intellectual purpose.