Thank you, Pynchonoid, for retrieving the Amazon-posted (and quickly removed–how’s that for a Pynchonesque occurrence?) description of Thomas Pynchon’s forthcoming novel. My favorite paragraph:
With a worldwide disaster looming just a few years ahead, it is a time of unrestrained corporate greed, false religiosity, moronic fecklessness, and evil intent in high places. No reference to the present day is intended or should be inferred.
And:
Meanwhile, the author is up to his usual business. Characters stop what they’re doing to sing what are for the most part stupid songs. Strange sexual practices take place. Obscure languages are spoken, not always idiomatically. Contrary-to-the-fact occurrences occur. If it is not the world, it is what the world might be with a minor adjustment or two. According to some, this is one of the main purposes of fiction.
Let the reader decide, let the reader beware. Good luck.
Apparently, Groucho Marx and Bela Lugosi make guest appearances, too.
Welcome back, Tom. Bring it on.
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Addendum: Here’s a link to Peter Schmidt’s terrific (and very long, and very scholarly) essay on my favorite Pynchon novel, which I consider to be one of the best fictions of the last 25 years.
Quiet Bubble 
Talk about a guy who’s been dining out on his own legend his whole career…