Showing posts with label Thomas Pynchon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thomas Pynchon. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Paris and Pynchon - A Look at the Paris References in Gravity's Rainbow - A Post for Paris in July # 6






Paris in July # 6. , hosted by Tamarra of Thyme for Tea, a blog I have followed for years,is one of my favorite book blog events.  It covers much more than literature and there are lots of wonderful participant posts online.

Paris in July # 6. has motivated me to read some very interesting works.

1.  "Baum, Gabriel, 1935" by Mavis Gilbert - A wonderful set in Paris short story

2.  "Two Friends" by Guy de Maupassant- Paris in July # 6. Requires reading de Maupassant!

3.  "Mildred Larson" by George Moore- What Paris Meant to the Irish

4.  "The Parisian Stage" by Henry James - an illuminating essay

5.  "The Man Who Could Walk Through Walls" by Marcel Aymé- a new to me writer I will return to

6.   Lovers at the Chameleon Club, Paris, 1932 by Francine Prose - interesting 

7.  Shocking Paris Soutine, Chagall and the Outlaw Art of Montaparrne by Stanley Meisler-a 
     Well done account of Yiddish emigre artists in Paris

8.  Short Stories about Cats by Three Classic French authors 

9.  Suite Francaise by Iréne Némirovsky- a true masterwork. Paris under the Germans

10.  The End of Evil Ways by Honoré de Balzac

11.  Mademoiselle Coco Chanel and the Pulse of History by Rhonda K. Garelick- brilliant bio.

12.  The Horla by Guy de Maupassant, translated by Sandra Smith

13.  "A Piece of Bread" by Francois Coppee 

14.  The Wine of Solitude by Iréne Némirovsky- White Russians move to Paris 


Yesterday something drove me to search for refrences to Paris in Gravity's Rainbow (1973, by Thomas Pynchon).  I first read it only a few weeks after it was published.  I was completely mesmerized  by it and I think I read it ten times through on first encounter.  This is, of course, as much a comment about my state of mind in 1973 than the book.  Since then I have read it through maybe ten times more.  It is to me the great American novel.  I put it in my list of ten greatest novels of all time.  Sometimes now I just read it at random as a saner person might a holy text.  

Set in post World War Two Europe late 1945, I wanted to see how the narrative treats Paris.  The central character Slothrop is an American but their are important English, Russian, and German characters also.  One thing I was delighted to find was a clear Coco Chanel allusion I never picked up on before.  I will not try to draw any big conclusions in this post, just present maybe for myself alone, what I found.  Some of the material I will quote is  X rated.

Page 74

The first reference to Paris is innocuous.  It refers to something that happened at a psychological warfare station in England on the cliffs looking out toward France.

"Then at the fall of Paris, a radio transmitting station was set up on the cliff, antennas aimed at the Continent, themselves heavily guarded and their landlines back mysteriously over the downs to the house patrolled night and day by dogs specially betrayed, belted, starved into reflex leaps to kill, at any human approach. Had one of the Very High gone higher—that is, dotty? Was Our Side seeking to demoralize the German Beast by broadcasting to him random thoughts of the mad, naming for him, also in the tradition of Constable Stuggles that famous day, the deep, the scarcely seen? The answer is yes, all of the above, and more."

The fall of Paris seems to indicate at least the fall of the European tradition of high culture.  Germans in Paris were mad men, beasts.    Paris is depicted as the very epicenter of European culture.

As readers of GR know as you go on the book gets stranger, the narrative more dense and it begins to  lend it self to be read as a Kabalistic text.

Page 178.

This section is a reverie of Jeremy.  He and Roger were rivals for the beautiful Jessica.  It is set in England.  Roger was the lover Jessica could accept during the war, Jeremy is meant to be her post war husband.  Jeremy embodies her with a reference to Paris.

"They are insane. Jeremy will take her like the Angel itself, in his joyless weasel-worded come-along, and Roger will be forgotten, an amusing maniac, but with no place in the rationalized power-ritual that will be the coming peace. She will take her husband’s orders, she will become a domestic bureaucrat, a junior partner, and remember Roger, if at all, as a mistake thank God she didn’t make. . . . Oh, he feels a raving fit coming on—how the bloody hell can he survive without her? She is the British warm that protects his stooping shoulders, and the wintering sparrow he holds inside his hands. She is his deepest innocence in spaces of bough and hay before wishes weregiven a separate name to warn that they might not come true, and his lithe Parisian daughter of joy, beneath the eternal mirror, forswearing perfumes, capeskin to the armpits, all that is too easy, for his impoverishment and more worthy love."

Jeremy reduces Paris to a fantasy city of perfume and luxury clothes and seems to regard it as a childlike city of Joy in comparison to the mature world of sanity and good sense of England.  London the father, Paris the child, but a child one can possess sexualiy. 

Paris clearly has a sexual connotation to most male characters. Paris needs to be protected from those who would despoil it.

Page 246


I take this short reference to suggest Parisians are incompetent at the work of war, best left to English speakers.  (ETO means European Theater of Operations)

"Caserne Martier in Paris, the worst stockade in the ETO."

Page 287

"Marvel hitched a lift on a P-47 out of Paris, far as Kessel"

Major Marvey was the director of an American intelligence unit, now head quartered in Paris.  Paris is the hub from which Europe will be recivilized..

Page 289

I take this as a reference to cafe culture, a romantic view of Paris as seen by the American central character, Slothrop

"Slothrop hears a girl singing. Accompanying herself on a balalaika. One of those sad little Parisian-sounding tunes in 3/4: Love never goes away, Never completely dies, Always some souvenir Takes us by sad surprise.

Page 361

The Schwarzkommandos were a troop of African pigmies the Germans imported to fight the allies and as possible suicide pilots for a new rocket.  They took up little weight and spaced so the Germans saw them as useful.  I see this passage as another Anglo/American slight at the cognitive limitations of the French who now that the war is over have returned to Cartesian logic.

"
Schwarzkommando struggle knee-deep in mud, engaged entirely with the salvage, with the moment. The A4 they’re about to uncover was used in the last desperate battle for Berlin—an abortive firing, a warhead that didn’t explode. Around its grave they’re driving in planks for shoring, sending back mud in buckets and wood casks along a human chain to be dumped on shore, near where their rifles and kits are stacked. “So Marvy was right. They didn’t disarm you guys.” “They didn’t know where to find us. We were a surprise. There are even now powerful factions in Paris who don’t believe we exist."

Page 393 - A Coco Chanel refrences!! - she invented the little black dress.  To me Coco would be a perfect character for GR.

"A woman in a black Parisian frock, with a purple-and-yellow iris at her breast. Even damped by the velvet, Slothrop can feel the shaking of her hand. He stares into eyes rimmed soft as black ash, separate grains of powder on her face clear as pores the powder missed or was taken from by tears. This is how he comes to meet Margherita Erdmann, his lightless summer hearth, his safe-passage into memories of the Inflationszeit stained with dread—his child and his helpless Lisaura."

This is how Coco entrapped hyper wealthy men in her younger days, decadence, exquisite beauty combined with a mask of a woman in need of male protection who will offer sex in gratitude or payment but a woman you know you will one day lose to a richer man.

Paris is then seen as a very sophisticated expensive woman (I almost typed another expression) who can make us think she is leading us back to post war days but is really only taking us deeper into the war.  I am reaching on this but for sure this is a Coco reference.

Page 467 - extreme sexual references in the quote 

This depicts an orgy aboard the ship Anubis (a book of the dead reference). It embarked from Paris.  My a further Coco coincident, she help keep the Russian Imperial Ballet (the source of many mistresses of the rich and powerful) going with her sponsership.



"a major of the Yugoslav artillery in dress uniform, who kneels with nose and tongue well between the bruised buttocks of a long-legged ballerina from Paris, holding up her silk skirt for him with docile fingertips while her companion, a tall Swiss divorcée in tight-laced leather corselette and black Russian boots, undoes the top of her friend’s gown and skillfully begins to lash at her bared breasts with the stems of half a dozen roses, red as the beads of blood which spring up and soon are shaking off the ends of her stiff nipples to splash into the eager mouth of another Wend who’s being jerked off by a retired Dutch banker sitting on the deck, shoes and socks just removed by two adorable schoolgirls, twin sisters in fact, in identical dresses of flowered voile, with each of the banker’s big toes inserted now into a downy little furrow as they lie forward along his legs their anal openings the cocks of the two waiters who have but lately been, if you recall, eating that juicy blonde in that velvet dress back down the Oder River a ways. . . ."

I take the school girl's reference as also a Paris allusion to catholic school girls.  The velvet dress was black, Coco often made velvet black dresses.  

Paris is seen as a place of great sexual possibilities.  Anything goes.  

Page 469 - more extreme sexual refrences and I see another Coco allusion 

"Bianca’s little feet shifting in a nervous dance and scarlet nails digging sharp as needles underneath her stocking tops and into her legs as he goes planting hickeys, red nebulae across her sensitive spaces. She smells like soap, flowers, sweat, cunt. Her long hair falls to the level of Slothrop’s eyes, fine and black, the split ends whispering across the small of her white back in and out of invisibility, like rain . . . she has turned, and sinks to her knees to undo his pleated trousers. Leaning, brushing hair back behind her ears, the little girl takes the head of Slothrop’s cock into her rouged mouth. Her eyes glitter through fern lashes, baby rodent hands race his body unbuttoning, caressing. Such a slender child: her throat swallowing, strummed to a moan as he grabs her hair, twists it . . .
away and stand up, high-heeled Parisian slippers planted to either side of him, swaying, hair softly waving forward to frame her face, repeated by the corset darkly framing her pubic mound and belly. Raising bare arms, little Bianca lifts her long hair, tosses her little head to let the mane shiver down her back, needle-tipped fingers drifting then down slowly, making him wait, down over the satin, all the shiny hooks and laces, to her thighs. Then her face, round with baby-fat, enormous night-shadowed eyes comes swooping in as she kneels, guides his penis into her and settles slow, excruciating till he fills her, stuffs her full. . . ."

This is Gigi, from Colette, gone very bad dressed by Coco (they were in fact close)..  Bianca is a changing character, of course she evokes Dante, she maybe a quite young girl or an intelligence operative dressed to look like one and play on the fantasies of men.  

Page 570.  This is the last Paris reference in GR.  

"Materializing from their own weird office silence, the coppers show up now, two black ’n’ white charabancs full of bluegreen uniforms, white armbands, little bucket hats with starburst insignia, truncheons already unsheathed, black dildos in nervous hands, wobbling, ready for action. The eddies in the crowd break up fast, jewelry ringing to the pavement, cigarettes scattered and squashed under the feet of stampeding civilians, among the instant litter of watches, war medals, silkstuffs, rolls of bills, pinkskinned potatoes all their eyes staring in alarm, elbow-length kid gloves twisted up fingers clutching at sky, smashed light bulbs, Parisian slippers."

A charabanc is a, in French, open top kind  of bus.   This is the second reference  to Parisian slippers in GR.   This has to also be viewed  as a Coco influenced scene.

There are four other refrences to Paris in GR but they are just in passing references. 

What do we then see Paris as representing in the world of Gravity's Rainbow?  it is not a flattering portrait but I will leave any interested parties to draw their own conclusions.

Mel u







Thursday, September 4, 2014

V by Thomas Pynchon (1963)


I first read V in 1974 because I wanted to read the first novel by Thomas Pynchon, the author of Gravity's Rainbow.  I have read Gravity's Rainbow at least ten times since it was published in 1973.  I am firmly convinced it is the best novel ever written by an American and on the strength of it I believe Pynchon to be the greatest living writer in the world.  

This morning I finished V for the second time.  As I read it, I had to see it mainly as the first novel by the author of Gravity's Rainbow. It has many of the same themes, narrative methods, plot lines, historical references,World War Two action and political motifs as does Gravity's Rainbow. It is loaded with obscure references the literary detective will love. It has lots of sex of all sorts.  It roams much of the earth in search of a multifaceted female entity called, among other names, V.  

V is not real easy to follow.  It jumps around a lot in time and space and points of view.  Parts of it are really amazing.  It is Pynchon's first novel but I don't think it should be your first Pynchon.  

I would suggest that those new to Pynchon first read The Crying of Lot 49, which has the virtue of being his shortest novel with a pretty linear plot line. Then if you like it, take the plunge and try Gravity's Rainbow.  




Saturday, October 19, 2013

Bleeding Edge by Thomas Pynchon -2013







Do you know what W.A.S.T.E. stands for?  did you ever put a post horn on your mail box?  Then this is a book for you.  


In my opinion, Gravity's Rainbow is the greatest novel by an American.   I began reading it for the first of many times shortly after it was published in 1973.  I have a first edition that would be worth a bit of money were it not falling apart.  With no hesitation I would place it on a list of the world's ten greatest novels,   In reading Pynchon I would say start with The Crying of Lot 49.  It is short and pretty linear in its structure.  Then try Gravity's Rainbow.  It is not an impossible book.  I am rereading it slowly now and it seems better than ever, almost a holy text.   

Bleeding Edge has to be one of the most anticipated new novels of 2013.  There are already lots of reviews online.  Reviews have been mixed overall.  Interstingly, The Guardian reviewer said it a book "for Americans only", saturated with American pop culture references.  I bought this book the day it came out.  I did not fall in love with it until about the midpoint.  There are lots of plot summaries online and I won't be doing one.  

The book carries on the grand themes of Pynchon.  The power is still there in his prose.  The central character, Maxine (people will be comparing her to Oedipa Mass), works as a fraud investigator.  Bleeding Edge can be read as a study of the great depth of fraud built into American and world culture. Characters says thing about the 911 attack on the World Trade Center in New York City that will inflame many people.  Transcedently brilliant things are said about the growing domination of the world by the Internet, how it is taking over every aspect of life.  To those who say it is an American centered book, which it is, one can only say, like it or hate it, we are in an America centered era and no one does a better job of telling us what this means than Thomas Pynchon.

I ended up loving this book.  Everyone into Pynchon will probably end up reading it.  I hope to reread it in the first quarter of 2014.  To new Pynchon readers, start with The Crying of Lot 49.  I do not suggest it as a first Pynchon.  






Tuesday, August 28, 2012

The Crying of Lot 49 by Thomas Pynchon

The Crying of Lot 49 by Thomas Pynchon (1966, 138 pages)

Thomas Pynchon, in my opinion, is the greatest of all American novelists.   Gravity's Rainbow gets my vote as the greatest American novel.   I would love for Pynchon to win the Nobel Prize so we could see who he would send in his place to make the acceptance speech.   I first read The Crying of Lot 49 just before Gravity's Rainbow was published in 1973.  I was completely mesmerized by Gravity's Rainbow and I read it back to back several times in a row.   It is the book I have read the most times.  I have a first edition of it that would have some value were it not totally ready to fall apart.   I know this is a commentary on my state of mind in 1973 as much as anything else but I have read GR times over the decades since then several times and my opinion of it goes up as time goes on.    I would for sure put it among the top ten novels of all time.

"If you need to reach me, use
W A S T E"-Carmilla
I think I have probably read The Crying of Lot 49 maybe four times, the last time about four years ago.   I read it again last week and I loved it more than before.  I will not retell the plot (if you are just looking for homework help to avoid reading the book, check Wikipedia) but just say a bit why I like it so much as best as I can.

I like it for its description of American culture in the 1960s.   I like the character of Oedipa Mass and how she discovers a whole alternative America.   I love the account of alternative postal systems and their histories.  I enjoyed the Elizabethan tragedy about postal systems.    I like how Oedipa comes to find huge groups of "outsiders" communicating with each other via the  W A S T E system.   I stand ready to wait for silent Tristero's empire to rise again.

Parts of The Crying of Lot 49 have helped me to understand better the work of Desmond Hogan, an author I greatly admire and have been reading a lot lately.

I would recommend The Crying of Lot 49 as a first Pynchon.   The story is pretty linear.   The prose is not that dense.   If you like this book I would say dive into Gravity's Rainbow, it is not as hard as people say.   It is in part, x rated is my only warning on it.

I will, I think, shortly reread V, Pynchon's first novel.

Please share your experience with Pynchon with us.

Mel u.    


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