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17 July 2006

It looks like there's a new Thomas Pynchon novel coming in December. [More:]It's going to be 992 pages long.

This description of it was supposedly authored by Pynchon, though I can't find any conclusive confirmation:

Spanning the period between the Chicago World's Fair of 1893 and the years just after World War I, this novel moves from the labor troubles in Colorado to turn-of-the-century New York, to London and Gottingen, Venice and Vienna, the Balkans, Central Asia, Siberia at the time of the mysterious Tunguska Event, Mexico during the Revolution, postwar Paris, silent-era Hollywood, and one or two places not strictly speaking on the map at all.
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.

The sizable cast of characters includes anarchists, balloonists, gamblers, corporate tycoons, drug enthusiasts, innocents and decadents, mathematicians, mad scientists, shamans, psychics, and stage magicians, spies, detectives, adventuresses, and hired guns. There are cameo appearances by Nikola Tesla, Bela Lugosi, and Groucho Marx.

As an era of certainty comes crashing down around their ears and an unpredictable future commences, these folks are mostly just trying to pursue their lives. Sometimes they manage to catch up; sometimes it's their lives that pursue them.

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."

--Thomas Pynchon
Oh--and apparently this book's publication will be preceded by a new edition of Gravity's Rainbow, illustrated by Frank Miller.
posted by Prospero 17 July | 08:15
I'd love to read it, but remember that JD Salinger novel that never showed?
posted by jonmc 17 July | 08:22
Oh--and apparently this book's publication will be preceded by a new edition of Gravity's Rainbow, illustrated by Frank Miller.

The cover will be illustrated, perhaps?

Looking forward to this new Pynchon, tho'
posted by AlexReynolds 17 July | 08:25
This guy got confirmation of the book, with a December pub date, straight from Penguin. It's real.
posted by Prospero 17 July | 08:27
Cool beans. New Pynchon & A Clerks sequel in the same year. Culture may be peaking.
posted by jonmc 17 July | 08:30
@AlexReynolds--yeah, looking around, he's just doing the cover, which is nice, but doesn't merit me buying a new copy:

≡ Click to see image ≡
posted by Prospero 17 July | 08:31
I'm presently excited about forthcoming Tim Powers.

How can you not love a blurb like this:
When 12-year-old Daphne Marrity steals a videotape of Pee-Wee's Big Adventure from her grandmother's house, neither she nor her college-professor father, Frank Marrity, have any idea that the theft has drawn the attention of both the Israeli Secret Service and an ancient European organization of occultists -- or that within hours they'll be visited by her long-lost grandfather, who also wants that videotape.
And when Daphne's teddy bear is stolen, and a blind assassin nearly kills her father, and a phantom begins to speak to her from a switched-off television set, Daphne and her father find themselves running for their lives through a southern California in which magic and the undead past are dangers as great as the guns of living assassins.
posted by Wolfdog 17 July | 08:41
Maybe with a little luck, there'll be new Richard Price and Tom Perrotta soon.
posted by jonmc 17 July | 08:48
MZD has a new one out in Sept.
posted by sciurus 17 July | 08:56
"Spanning the period between the Chicago World's Fair of 1893 and the years just after World War I, this novel moves from the labor troubles in Colorado to turn-of-the-century New York, to London and Gottingen, Venice and Vienna, the Balkans, Central Asia, Siberia at the time of the mysterious Tunguska Event, Mexico during the Revolution, postwar Paris, silent-era Hollywood, and one or two places not strictly speaking on the map at all.
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.

The sizable cast of characters includes anarchists, balloonists, gamblers, corporate tycoons, drug enthusiasts, innocents and decadents, mathematicians, mad scientists, shamans, psychics, and stage magicians, spies, detectives, adventuresses, and hired guns. There are cameo appearances by Nikola Tesla, Bela Lugosi, and Groucho Marx.

As an era of certainty comes crashing down around their ears and an unpredictable future commences, these folks are mostly just trying to pursue their lives. Sometimes they manage to catch up; sometimes it's their lives that pursue them.

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."


--Thomas Pynchon

This synopsis appeared on Amazon and then was taken down. Let the tinfoilhattery begin.

"What are you doing?," asked Slothrop.
"Playing paranoia," said an irked Saure Bummer.
posted by warbaby 17 July | 11:18
I once rode a Greyhound with Pynchon from Cinci to NYC. We ate egg sandwiches at 4am at the Pittsburgh depot, and I loaned him a quarter for his mini-tv.
posted by Pips 17 July | 13:17
Last I checked, gasoline's still cheaper. || It HOT in NYC!

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