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.
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, musica alternativa, dj radiofonici, neonazisti, miliardari pazzi, speculazioni economiche sullo sfondo di un complotto plurisecolare di un gruppo che sfida, prima nell'Europa della guerra dei 30anni e poi nel nuovo continente l'ufficialità del sistema postale (!). Il libro è pieno di doppi sensi e sdoppiamenti di personalità, visioni allucinate e distorsioni della realtà. Pynchon lascia, alla fine, tutto sospeso senza dare una conclusione e lasciando aperto il campo del complotto. Si salva Oedipa il personaggio femminile, protagonista assoluta della storia, che riesce in una qualche maniera a non essere completamente travolta calvo eventi. Letto a San Diego California...Continua
"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 you. Whatever it is, hold it dear, for when you lose it you go over by that much to the others. You begin to cease to be."
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 city to find out why she has been handed this deed; and finally she auctions all the stuff, and there is a lot (yes, you guessed it, the 49th lot) which is really special (we don't know why) and then there is a bidder who is really important and she doesn't know who he is, and she waits all the novel to find out who he is, and when this bidder is about to reveal his or her identity, the novel suddenly ends.
I knew since I first started this book that I wasn't going to like it a lot. Not because it is not a good book (it is) but because I don't like this kind of "meta-literature" that is constantly trying to show the world to the reader using all sort of symbols and metaphors and figures of speech, that finally you get lost in the form and forget about the core of the story. I don't like to be distracted like a dog with a tennis ball. I want to be told a nice story that I can understand clearly and then draw my own conclusions. Not all that mumbling and babbling about the meaning of life, the meaning of truth and so on. Just drives me crazy.
10-13-2011: I am scared because the back cover compares this little book with Joyce's Ulyses and for me that is no good :-(...Continua
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 it ?! Well, it’s just an impression. For a mere 200 pages novel, it’s suffused with so many references one really needs the companion to fully grasp it. The novel crosses multiple layers – historical, philosophical, dramaturgical - and still manages to remain curdled around his main character, unlike his other works. All in all a good start to Pynchon’s world and style....Continua