The Crying of Lot 49

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The highly original satire about Oedipa Maas, a woman who finds herself enmeshed in a worldwide conspiracy, meets some extremely interesting characters, and attains a not inconsiderable amount of self knowledge.
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Che fine ha fatto il lettore? Certamente Pynchon non sa che esiste. Ci sono paragrafi geniali, ma li dimentichi presto, troppo preso a cercare di seguire una trama che non esiste! Non c'è filo logico e tutte le parentesi restano aperte.

Wrote 7/13/15
Questo libro è questo autore sono veramente difficili. La scrittura è affascinante, un postmodernismo di 40anni fa, la storia forse un po' debole. È una cavalcata surrealista è quasi paranoide nella società americana e nei risvolti del potere. Lsd,...Continua
Wrote 1/15/14
"I came," she said, "hoping you could talk me out of a fantasy." "Cherish it!" cried Hilarius, fiercely. "What else do any of you have? Hold it tightly by its little tentacle, don't let the Freudians coax it away or the pharmacists poison it out of y...Continua
Wrote 10/13/11
Check out what I wrote in my blog: 10-17-2011: This is the story of a woman that suddenly discovers that she is the executor of a large fortune. She travels to another...Continua
Wrote 9/28/10
Having read Gravity’s Rainbow, V. and Vineland I must say TCL49 is the most accessible of Pynchon novels so far. The number of characters is reduced to little more than a dozen and everything does seems in order throughout the entire novel, doesn’t...Continua

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Wrote May 17, 2010, 15:23
"It's clearer now", he said, rather formal. "A few months ago it got quite cloudy. You see, when the dandelions begin to bloom again, the wine goes through a fermentation. As if they remembered". No, thought Oedipa, As if their home cemetery in some...Continua
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Wrote May 17, 2010, 15:19
Things then did not delay in turning curious.
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Wrote May 17, 2010, 15:17
What the road really was, she fancied, was this hypodermic needle, inserted somewhere ahead into the vein of a freeway, a vein nourishing the mainliner L.A., keeping it happy, coherent, protected from pain, or whatever passes, with a city, for pain.
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Wrote May 17, 2010, 15:14
San Narciso lay further south, near L.A. Like many named places in California it was less an identifiable city than a grouping of concepts--census tracts, special purpose bond-issue districts, shopping nuclei, all overlaid with access roads to its ow...Continua
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Wrote May 01, 2010, 10:34
In Golden Gate Park she came on a circle of children in their nightclothes, who told her they were dreaming the gathering. But that the dream was really no different from being awake, because in the mornings when they got up they felt tired, as if th...Continua
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