H and read so much about backlight T. Pynchon in recent days that a logical consequence would be to turn to read. Yesterday I did a search on Piglia and say to Pynchon: chasing me. On the other hand what to expect from Google? is like asking a dog that you remove a rule of thumb.
I see his name painted on shirts, on billboards, in cartons of cigarettes that I have and have not smoked. Two or three blogs I am the "regulars" agreed to address the phenomenon Pynchon in particular, as I said, his novel published in 2006 consisting of 1085 pages.
I leave the place where I am and rush the passage, a vague need to come over my house. I remember having some of Pynchon on some shelf. Within minutes I with "The Crying of Lot 49", his second novel, 1966, with fewer pages, which he spent his days forgotten in a purgatory of waiting for a verdict further reading on my part ...
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