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As a "story" to get a kind of unitary impression, is how I have seen Harold Bloom's remark on reading ''The Crying of Lot 49''. Read it again immediately, he avers. Its meaning(s) are very mysterious, we might all agree. | As a "story" to get a kind of unitary impression, is how I have seen Harold Bloom's remark on reading ''The Crying of Lot 49''. Read it again immediately, he avers. Its meaning(s) are very mysterious, we might all agree. | ||
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Novel vs. Story
This seems to be the place to note something Pynchon
has written in Slow Learner, the introduction about this work.
He wrote there, in talking about his early stories that his next story
The Crying of Lot 49 was marketed as a novel....
Given Pynchon's care with concepts, this distinction seems worth keeping in mind. Stories meant, usually, to be taken in "all at once", in one reading, novels not. Stories much more focussed on a single theme usually; novels full of many themes.
Pynchon's words have made me think about his lifelong theme of crossing boundaries, of seeing boundaries as artificial, man-made Mason & Dixon, most thoroughly. Boundaries such as those between story and novel.
As a "story" to get a kind of unitary impression, is how I have seen Harold Bloom's remark on reading The Crying of Lot 49. Read it again immediately, he avers. Its meaning(s) are very mysterious, we might all agree.
High Magic to low puns
- . . . .She knew that the sailor had seen worlds no other man had seen if only because there was that high magic to low puns, because DT's must give access to dt's of spectra beyond the known sun, music made purely of Antarctic loneliness and fright. . . .