The sixties are dead in Vineland, but like every bad parent, they keep showing up uninvited.
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The sixties are dead in Vineland, but like every bad parent, they keep showing up uninvited.
The most terrifying prisons are not the ones no one escapes from, but the ones no one remembers to look for.
You don’t just read Pynchon. You enter a hall of mirrors built by a man who refuses to show his face even when it’s "supposed" to be easy.
A novel that lives in that liminal space between fact and the stories we tell ourselves.
Intermezzo flirts with emotional depth, but keeps ghosting its own potential.
It’s rare that I say this, but 130something pages is the perfect length for such an oddball novel.
The more of himself Bret Easton Ellis incorporates to his novels, the better they get.
It doesn't matter whether you don't read "books where nothing happens". You're gonna like it.
