Saturday, January 30, 2021

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 "Nawh. Thinking about who wants that last apple fritter there."

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Just take it, Chick. Sheesh. Most everybody already thinks you're a Goddamned animal. Might as well act like one!

Maybe in the Victorian era, even the lowest of the low and the vulgarest of the vulgar knew better than to simply take the last piece of dessert. The only polite thing to do when only one apple fritter remains in a group of people is to let that apple fritter go to waste. Anything else is just fucking rude.

Having the willpower to forgo grabbing up that last apple fritter isn't going to change Chick's reputation overnight. Especially since Lindsay, Miles, and Randolph aren't here to witness it. But maybe it'll earn some good will with the Bindlestiffs! Besides, they brought the food so they probably expect the others to take the last bites even while the others, being the gracious hosts, are probably expecting the guests to take the final treat.

Pugnax should just come up and steal it out of the pic-a-nic basket.

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 "This making you nervous, Chick?" teased Darby.

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Darby thinks ghost stories are going to ruffle the nerves of a kid who was constantly chased by the Ku Klux Klan and racist Boss Hogg types while scamming Southerners with his dad. Darby was the one who was probably feeling nervous because he's just a little tyke. Maybe. Who knows how old all these "lads" are?! It's not like Pynchon has given us any solid numbers!

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 "Somebody out there," Zip said solemnly. "Empty space. But inhabited."

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"Empty space but inhabited" sounds like extra-dimensional beings to me. Also the tag line to a sci-fi thriller.

"Zip said solemnly."
I mostly associate with people who don't take anything sacred so mostly I never hear anybody say anything solemnly. That doesn't mean me or the people I hang out with never say anything earnest or poignant or meaningful. But nothing ever comes out solemnly. The only time I can honestly say I heard one of my friends say something solemnly was when we were in my mother's basement using a Ouija board. One of the three felt pads on the bottom of the planchette was fraying and somebody made a joke about taking the stupid toy back to Toys 'r' Us for a refund. And my friend Carl looked up, his face glowing in the candlelight, and said solemnly, "It's not a toy; it's a tool."
    Holy fuck did I find that funny.
    Um, the point is, Zip is taking this weird ass sky ghost business completely seriously. But then the Bindlestiffs are ascensionaries so he's probably hinting at the experience being proof of God.

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 "Nowadays," Penny said, "they'll fly wherever they're needed, far above fortress walls and national boundaries, running blockades, feeding the hungry, sheltering the sick and persecuted . . . so of course they make enemies everyplace they go, they get fired at from the ground, all the time. But this was different. We happened to be up with them that one day, and it was just the queerest thing. Nobody saw any projectiles, but there was . . . a kind of force . . . energy we could feel, directed personally at us. . . ."

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"they'll fly wherever they're needed"
The "they" here are the Garçons de '71. Remember them?! Penny mentioned them earlier when she began this story of the Bindlestiffs over Mount Etna last spring. Apparently the Aeronautic Clubs aren't direct descendants of the Garçons de '71 like I thought. The Garçons de '71 are still out there floating their balloons twenty years after the Siege of Paris, going where they need to go to help out all the besieged people of Earth.

"they make enemies everyplace they go"
Of course they do! Nothing like helping out the oppressed by interfering with a nation's subjugation of people they've "othered" through national campaigns of propaganda to invoke that nation's wrath!

"Nobody saw any projectiles, but there was . . . a kind of force . . .energy we could feel, directed personally at us. . . ."
Whoa! This is the kind of thing Leonard Nimoy's "Mr. Spock" would have stood at attention for! On tonight's episode of In Search Of . . . "Invisible Forces." This is the kind of stuff that would have gotten its own edition in the Time/Life series Mysteries of the Unknown. This is the stuff I would have read about and believed in like a good little Fox Mulder wannabe in elementary school (before Fox Mulder existed so, really, he's just a pale imitation of me).
    This invisible force didn't harm anybody though so why might it have been directed at them? Penny sets it up as if it were an attack, seeing as how the Garçons de '71 have made so many enemies. But nobody gets hurt so it must have been a . . . probe! The aliens were out there probing these kids!

Well, Penny, that's one hell of a sky-story! I think you win this round of frightening tales around the campfire!




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 When the Sieges ended, these balloonists chose to fly on, free now of the political delusions that reigned more than ever on the ground, pledged solemnly only to one another, proceeding as if under a world-wide, never-ending state of siege.

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There it is. The origin story of the Aeronautic Clubs. Everything down on Earth is terrible and they live in the muck and the grime and are full of sin and violence. But up in the heavens, up above it all, they are free to live a life of higher meaning. The "air" has become its own nation-state, having little to do with the ground aside from gathering information for the advancement of the cloud people.

"pledged solemnly only to one another"
I'm sure the Organizations and Clubs behind all these balloons are based on the ground. But where on Earth do such places exist? Islands, possibly. Mountain hideaways. Large floating platforms that never land! I suppose one must be in Eugene, Oregon, unless "Aeronautic Clubs" are different from "Organizations." You know, hobbies versus quite serious research, study, and probably wetwork.

"proceeding as if under a world-wide, never-ending state of siege"
In essence, the sky has become the final frontier (which makes sense seeing that Lindsay mentioned they follow the Prime Directive). In essence, a siege happens when the defender of an attack is unable to retreat. Up until fairly recently (in Against the Day's timeline), subjugated, oppressed, or people who felt under attack by the local religion or social mores or cultural traditions could flee, generally west. Westward expansion was the escape into freedom from a stifling status quo. But once the rest of the world was stolen by Western Civilization, these people had no place else to flee to for freedom. At that point, the entire world took on the never-ending state of siege. You would either have to fight or submit. But the balloonists found a loophole: the sky! They could escape the siege and begin a new territory with their own rules and regulations and religions! And that could be a paradise until their rules began oppressing other aeronauts and then they'd have to fight back or escape. But where would they escape to?! The moon?! Ha ha! Ridiculous!

Friday, January 29, 2021

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 As the ordeal went on, it became clear to certain of these balloonists, observing from above and poised ever upon a cusp of mortal danger, how much the modern State depended for its survival on maintaining a condition of permanent siege—through the systemic encirclement of populations, the starvation of bodies and spirits, the relentless degradation of civility until citizen was turned against citizen, even to the point of committing atrocities like those of the infamous pétroleurs of Paris.

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Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

Where do I . . . I mean, how does one even . . . it's just, I'm reading this boys' adventure novel with some slapstick nonsense and a talking dog and maybe a line here or there that's all "Hey, the poverty stricken immigrants are like the cows in The Stockyard in Chicago, mates" but mostly just kids doing wacky crazy super scientific stuff in 1893 and then Pynchon blackjacks me over the back of the head with a sentence like this. Okay, sure. Sentences like this are why I'm writing this blog. But where do I even begin?!

Should I begin with Peter Sascha, the control who put Carroll Eventyr into contact with Roland Feldspath (whom I've mentioned before as a possible voice or spirit in the skies), and how Sascha's death in Gravity's Rainbow ties into this? Or should I start by asking questions like the previous question because it's easier than actually wrapping my mind around Pynchon's sentence and its ties to Leni Pökler in Gravity's Rainbow and the history of anarchism and the Paris Commune and Mikhail Bakunin and Rosa Luxemburg and the earlier Chicago Stockyard comparison and . . . and . . . it's so much. So, so much.

Pictures get to be celebrated for saying a thousand words simply because they contain no words themselves, allowing them to encompass all of the words and thoughts evoked by the image. But words also say a thousand words, and more, simply by referring the reader to so many, many other words that have come before. It's simply why The Bible is so important to the Western Canon. Just by naming your character Ruth, you automatically imbue that character with certain traits and expectations for people who know the story. Heck, Steinbeck just used the letters "C" and "A" to clue the reader into everything they needed to know about every character in East of Eden (the title alone saying a thousand or more words).

Maybe I'll start at the back simply because the phrase "pétroleurs of Paris" gives me something to research!

"infamous pétroleurs of Paris"
When Pynchon wrote Against the Day, academics had already determined that the idea of arsonists burning Paris out of spite at the end of the Siege of Paris was propaganda (it's also worth noting that Pynchon uses the male gender of the word while the main point of the propaganda was to demean lower class women by painting them as vicious vandals acting out of spite. Seeing that it's Darby explaining these things to Chick, I'm certain he wouldn't have an entirely clear historical perception of the events of twenty years previous. I'm surprised, as I pointed out in the last entry, that he even knows this much!). But in 1893, Darby would certainly have heard of the women burning buildings as the end of the Paris Commune was in sight and as Versailles forces were violently restoring the old regime (or setting up the new regime, anyway, since the Third Republic never could figure out who to put on the throne to reestablish the monarchy and so just stuck around as the Third Republic).
    The point of calling up these arsonists and vandals is to show the kinds of acts humans can be driven to because of the way civilization acts as a siege upon humans. And yet Pynchon certainly knows Darby is using state propaganda as evidence of man's intolerance for vandalism, destruction, and incivility. The propaganda outshines the hope and optimism of the people attempting to change their world for the better. Although, really, you don't need propaganda to point out that some leaders in the Paris Commune wanted to reestablish the Committee of Public Safety. I mean, yeeshers!

"how much the modern State depended for it survival on maintaining a condition of permanent siege"
By observing the Siege of Paris from above, these balloonists were forced into a new perspective of the world, one which literally had never existed before. You might think it would be an optimistic and uplifting new perspective because they're balloonists in balloons and the metaphor is just floating there. But instead, it was a pessimistic view of civilization as a kind of jail rather than a necessary tool for human advancement. The balloonists are like a character in a Philip K. Dick story. They're all, "Hey! Check this new technology out! It's so much fun and carefree and could probably really change the world!" And then they experience the reality of the new technology and they're all, "Oh no! What is happening?! Is this the same world I used to know? Am I the same person?! How did I not see the iron cage that surrounds us all?! How do we escape this prison?!" And even though the balloonist was just sitting right there inside the thing needed to escape the prison, he was too tied to life in the prison to do much but philosophize about it. Meanwhile the little apple cheeked balloonist off to the left who kept crashing all of his balloons knew the answer!
    Speaking of Catch-22, some of these balloons used for communication did land, accidentally, far from their intended locations, like Norway! So see? The reference didn't totally come out of thin air.
    I don't know exactly how to visualize a "condition of permanent siege" but if I take the word of these balloonists, I suppose I can just walk outside and check out my local bank and supermarket and police station and hospital and watch some political newscasts and, well, that's what it would look like!

"through the systemic encirclement of populations, the starvation of bodies and spirits, the relentless degradation of civility until citizen was turned against citizen"
I mean, it's 2021. I was born in 1971. And while lots of young people think nobody ever fought the good fight until they themselves arrived and the world before was just a bunch of people shrugging their shoulders and not constantly struggling against the powerful who either owned all the capital or were in a position to grant endless political favors to those people, I've got some super sad news for them. We've been attempting to resist and change things for a long time now! They're just better at stopping us from doing it, what with their power and their endless piles of cash and their ability to distract most of us with opiods and The X-Files. So things just kept getting more and more terrible (like the degradation of civility and the starvation of spirits and the encirclement of populations by warmongering police forces) no matter how much push back there's been. Oh, sure, sometimes the pendulum begins swinging in favor of equality for everybody. But the idiots who see equality as some kind of zero sum game which causes them to lose something always ensure that the pendulum swings right back to hatred and bitterness and injustice.
    My guess is that the balloonists saw all of this and saw how terrible it was and saw how it was all waved away as the status quo and obfuscated as the rewards of civilization so they decided to live in the sky forever and drop their poop on the world below. And that's the origin of Aeronautic Clubs!
    Or there might be a more important point to Penny's story. I'll get to it eventually, I'm sure!

I'm sorry to say I can't quite tie together all the things I wanted to tie together in a long essay because I lost one of the threads in my head somehow. Somewhere along the way in my reading of Gravity's Rainbow, I looked up and learned about Mikhail Bakunin. But for some reason, I thought it was tied to Leni Pökler and her dream of Rosa Luxemburg becoming president of a socialist Germany. It wasn't. So while I wanted to tie Rosa and Leni and the November Revolution in Germany to the Paris Commune and Mikhail Bakunin's philosophies helping motivate the attempted restructuring of society during that time, I can't. I don't know where the connection is anymore!

Lacking the connection, let me at least point out that Mikhail Bakunin is the founder of collectivist anarchism. So even if he's not specifically important to the rest of this book, his ideas and philosophies almost certainly will be.

But what part of Gravity's Rainbow led me to look him up?! At least now, because of this Siege of Paris digression, I've learned quite a bit about the Franco-Prussian War and the Paris Commune and Mikhail Bakunin. And in trying to tie Bakunin to Rosa Luxemburg, I've learned a lot about the November Revolution and the Weimar Republic and socialism and both Rosa and Mikhail's objection to Marx's "dictatorship of the proletariat." Hopefully I can keep it all in my head as I read the rest of this book over the next fifteen years!

Thursday, January 28, 2021

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 For Chick's benefit, Darby explained that this outfit had first been formed over twenty years ago, during the Sieges of Paris, when manned balloons were often the only way to communicate in or out of the city.

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"For Chick's benefit"
And for the reader's benefit as well! Thanks, Darby!

"this outfit"
The Garçons de '71! The boys of 1871! The boys of summer! I mean, the boys of autumn! Or winter? I don't know exactly when the boys first manned their balloons in Paris. Maybe they used pigeons in autumn and then the pigeons flew south for the winter so they needed ballons at that point. Then the Garçons de '71 took over in their balloons. I'll learn more when I get to the "Sieges of Paris" section and actually read the Wikipedia on it. I have no idea what it was! I know a lot of people on the Internet have trouble admitting when they don't know something because it's so easy to learn about something between postings in a heated flame thread on whether Dave Sim is or is not a misogynist and then to pretend you've always known that fact. But I know so little facts that it's simply easier to admit I'm an idiot than to try to keep straight all the ways I'm pretending to be smart.

"over twenty years ago"
Yeah, do the math! 1893 - 1871 = over twenty years ago!

"Sieges of Paris"
Oh! This took place during that Franco-Prussian War my high school history teacher, Mr. Bush, kept going on and on about. It's sad that thirty years later, I only remember a few clear things about that class. One was that he put pictures of all the Civil War generals on the chalkboard's chalk tray and we took a quiz where we had to name them. Second was taking a quiz on Watergate and me being the only student to pass. And not just pass but to get a perfect score while nobody else came close. Granted, I was doing my semester report on Watergate. And the third and main one was when he chastised Laurie Zitzer while giving a lesson by saying, "What are you blind?" and she erupted, "Yes, actually, I am!" She wore the thickest glasses I've ever seen and was almost certainly legally blind at the time. Mr. Bush was a fairly pale man but that day he would have been mistaken for a tomato. Fucking kudos to Laurie for that response, by the way!
    What I learned reading about the Siege of Paris is that I'm easily bored by accounts of historical battles. But the important part of what I read was how balloons were used to get letters in and out of Paris while it was under siege by the Prussians. But more importantly than even that, I learned that the balloons carried pigeons out of the city so that the pigeons could be used to return messages back to France. So it was a cooperative mission between balloons and pigeons!
    When I was Darby's age, I never could have explained to a friend of mine any important events that took place twenty years before I was born. I was too busy learning the lyrics to the theme of The Gummi Bears cartoon.
    

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 "Well we were over by Mount Etna there back in the spring," Penny said, "and you remember those Garçons de '71, I expect."

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I don't know where Penny is going with this story but this is a heck of a way to begin it. Doesn't she know the old comic book adage, "Every comic book is somebody's first"? She needs to clear this story up quick because what is she talking about?! Mount Etnas? Spring? Garçons de '71?! I certainly don't remember any of that!

"Mount Etna"
A volcano in Sicily, Italy. But you knew that. The Bindlestiffs visited in April or May. Maybe March. Or June.

"those Garçons de '71"
The boys of 1871! Now my brain is singing at me "After the boys of summer Garçon!" I don't know who the Garçons de '71 are. Probably an aeronautic club. But I don't have to speculate because, like Chick Counterfly, we, the readers, are new to this group. Darby knows this and he'll be explaining this reference so we don't have to do any work trying to figure it out.
    I wish Darby were a character in Gravity's Rainbow.

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 "News to me. Inconvenience, we're only the runts of the Organization, last at the trough, nobody ever tells us anything—they keep cutting our orders, we follow 'em, is all."

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Now Darby's shrugging really comes into focus. How does he care so little about these strange sightings and strange lights in the sky?! When I was Darby's age, I read every book I could find about the Bermuda Triangle or the Loch Ness Monster or the Money Pit or the Abominable Snowman or UFOs! I even read The Amityville Horror in 5th grade because it was about paranormal shenanigans! Is Darby just acting all pouty because of the Organization's leash about his neck keeping him from exploring files from the X folder? Is this a kid's way of pretending not to give a dang darn because he has no control over his own life and his excitement for something which he can't explore on his own terms just causes emotional pain and turmoil?!

"the runts of the Organization"
Who is this mysterious organization?! And why are the Chums of Chance the runts of it? Being that they're running into another crew of child aeronauts, I suspect they aren't the runts because the other members of the Organization aren't children. Or maybe that's a poor suspicion. The Organization is probably run by a secret cabal of adults doing who knows what. But they need eyes and ears all over the globe and the balloons are only capable of holding a crew of children. The number of adults needed to man a balloon would probably weigh it down too much. So the Chums of Chance have no real leadershp role in the organization; they are just the eyes and ears to report back, and the hands to accomplish far off errands.

"nobody ever tells us anything"
I suppose nobody ever tells Darby and Chick anything. And possibly Miles. But I bet Randolph and Lindsay know far more than they're willing to tell the rest of the crew. Like how Randolph earlier wandered off on his own in formal attire for some secret rendezvous.

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 Darby shrugged.

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You would think a short sentence like this would be a relief to me because it means one quick and tidy entry knocked out when I've got tens of thousands left to go. But it really just fills me with anxiety. "How am I supposed to say something clever or stupidly funny about this?" I wonder after I've read it and spent ten minutes on Twitter and then clicked back to the blogger tab and read it again.

Oh fuck! I just realized what this entry should have been since there's obviously nothing much to talk about!

Okay, okay! Let's start over!

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*shrugs*

Wednesday, January 27, 2021

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 "Warnings," said Riley.

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Riley continues the "traveling by air these days is super ominous, guys" trend.

What would voices in the sky be warning aeronauts about? Probably the advancement of technology and the sciences toward nuclear proliferation, would be my guess! Or maybe the voices are warnings from the angels and/or the dead and/or God about mankind rising too high above their station, like a recurrence of the Tower of Babel story. The aeronauts' flights are a metaphor for mankind's ambition toward knowledge and the dangers of moving too far too fast. Like the Bindlestiffs being caught in that upriser and almost dooming themselves.

Oh! Which also means the near crash of the Chums of Chance is also probably a metaphor about how mankind can't move quickly backwards once they've attained this new knowledge! They must move steadily and with caution, no matter how they attempt to stride into the future.

Steady as she goes states the old sailing proverb! Unless it was originally a proverb told by goat herders.

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 "There's lights, but there's sound, too. Mostly in the upper altitudes, where it gets that dark blue in the daytime? Voices calling out together. All directions at once. Like a school choir, only no tune, just these—"

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This book just keeps reminding me more and more of Alan Moore's Jerusalem although I can't entirely pinpoint why. I guess this bit that seems to be about angels or the voices of the dead being heard in the "heavens" is vaguely reminiscent of his story about a "heaven" that's physically just above the Earth, so close that pigeons often find their way there and trees grow up into it (although just the tree's spirit is there or something. It was a long book! I can't remember every detail!). Moore's book was also populated with angels and dead kids running around on adventures. Maybe the only similarity is the adventuring kids and because of that, I've decided the kids are angels and/or ghosts, thus causing me to compare every part of their adventure to the Dead Dead Kids in Jerusalem.

The voices in the heavens also keep bringing me back to parts of Gravity's Rainbow since so much of it is tied up in medium Carroll Eventyr and the dead with whom he communicates. In Gravity's Rainbow, Katje once describes the rocket's arc as the life of the rocket, being birthed in Penemünde and dying in London. But the rocket's arc is not just an arc; it's part of a sine wave. So its trajectory would, theoretically, continue down past the point of impact. This would be the afterlife of the rocket which must be of some concern in the novel seeing as how Pynchon's story is often concerned with the afterlife and how the opening epigraph of the novel is by the father of the rocket, Wernher von Braun, and reads, "Nature does not know extinction; all it knows is transformation. Everything science has taught me, and continues to teach me, strengthens my belief in the continuity of our spiritual existence after death." And so how does the rocket live on after its death? It lives on in how it impacts our culture's perception of death; it lives on in the force it's unleashed on our knowledge, and our perception; it lives on in manipulating our fears and our hatreds. And somehow, all of these things are part of the entire arc and life of the rocket, probably coalescing most thickly about the apex of the rocket's trajectory (and possibly, following the sine wave, most thickly about its nadir underground as well. But that's subconscious talk and I'm already too deep in the weeds on this one as it is). This built up force, whatever it might be, might possibly attract the dead somehow, explaining why Roland Feldspath winds up at this height when he finds himself attached to Slothrop and Slothrop's quest for the 000000 rocket.

There might also be something with the apex being the point Gottfried succumbed to heat and suffocation while traveling in the 000000 rocket.

"There's lights, but there's sound, too"
Perhaps the kids are picking up on radio signals? Maybe even alien radio signals from UFOs. More likely, they're seeing heavenly visions of angels and hearing angelic choirs. Or, although this is basically the same thing only once removed semantically, ghosts of the dead, calling out in unrest and flashing lights, the only things they can manipulate in the material world.

What I'm trying to express is the kids have stumbled onto a Scooby Doo Mystery! Except when they pull off the mask of this baddie, they're going to reveal the face of God! Which is probably a metaphor for light which is like the most important thematic element of this book.

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 "Different," Zip in a low, ominous voice.

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See? I told you that ellipsis was ominous! Grandmaster Comic Book Reader! I mean Grandmaster Regular Book Reader!

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 "You mean aside from the usual," Darby said, "fata morgana, northern lights, and so forth?"

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"fata morgana"
What Morgan le Fey has to do with lights in the sky . . . well, I was going to say I don't know but I probably do know seeing as how she's a sorceress and maybe a fairy if you take her name literally. So I guess she could be casting Shooting Stars or Fireball or Dancing Lights or Meteor Swarm.
    Actually, "fata morgana" is just a super cool mirage that makes it look like boats are floating in the sky or turns land masses & ice floes into castles hovering over the horizon. Here's a simple scientific diagram taken from Wikipedia to explain it:



At least I think that explains it for people who understand science. It also might just be a bunch of lines drawn to seemingly make sense when they don't really. I mean, why is that guy's vision going all over the place?! Probably has something to do with the curvature of the Earth or being born on Krypton, right?!

"northern lights"
These lights are caused by ionization of particles by solar winds in the Earth's magnetic field. They are a portent of the coming atomic age in Gravity's Rainbow. They also seem too awesome to be real so while I don't disbelieve in them, I'll only truly believe in them when I see them.

"and so forth"
I can't think of any other natural phenomena that might be mysteriously observed in the sky. I guess Venus?



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 "Speaking of voices," said Penny, "what have you heard about these . . . 'sightings' that keep getting reported in? Not just from crews up in the air but sometimes even from civilians on the ground?"

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Uh oh! Unidentified Flying Objects! Or maybe emanations from Nikola Tesla's experiments with wireless electricity? Or maybe ball lightning!

These "sightings" could be "The Light Over the Ranges" which is this chapter's title, right? Although I think probably not (unless they're due to Nikola Tesla's experiments). I think the whole "Light Over the Ranges" bit is just the thematic message for this chapter; we're discovering how light is changing the landscape of people's lives over the Midwest. And the greatest symbol of that change is the Chicago's World Fair.

"Speaking of voices . . . have you heard about these . . . 'sightings'"
"Speaking of this sense, have you heard something about this other sense?" Poor Penelope! Her excuses for digressions are worse than mine. I suppose she's implying a link between the voices in the air and the sightings of strange objects by people on the ground. Although unless she gets more specific with these reported sightings, isn't it possible the civilians are sighting the aeronaut ships and/or the falling poo of the ships' pets?

"these . . . sightings"
That ellipsis implies Penny feels these sightings are slightly ominous. It's the exact ellipsis I would put into any discussion of the ghost that made my bed squeak late at night from the ages of twelve to, well, forty-nine, I guess. "Oh yeah, I heard those . . . squeakings too. Damn ghost."

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 "A-aw that's nothin," cried Riley, "next to dodgin tornadoes all day! You boys want real electricity, git on out to Oklahoma sometime, get a treat for your ears into the bargain that will sure's hell drownd out any strange voices in your neighborhood."

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Riley easily counters Chick's boring story about static electricity with the suggestion that the Bindlestiffs dodge tornadoes on the daily. I suppose the "real electricity" Riley's talking about here are severe lightning storms like you get in the plains states. That's why the "treat for your ears" addition to the experience, being that Chick would be surrounded by thunder and lightning. Why he's suggesting Chick needs the "strange voices" drowned out when Riley, so far, is the only one admitting to hearing them, I can't say. I suppose I'd have to be a psychologist to understand his projection of an event he's probably been teased or derided about confessing to other aeronauts.

My favorite part of living in Lincoln, Nebraska, for the two short years I was there were the summer lightning storms. Those and the fireflies almost made the humidity worth it. I say "almost" because if they absolutely made the humidity worth it, I'd still be living there. But that humidity drove me out in two summers. Ugh. The worst! Just another reason why the West Coast is the greatest coast!

I know I could have made that rhyme but what do you think I am? Some kind of pop hack?! That, sir, was my father!

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 "We'd picked up a little galvanic halo ourselves by the time we got here," said Chick, "what with the speed and all."

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When trading "sky-stories" with other aeronauts, you're always trying to compete with who faced the worst conditions and had the most adventurous time. Chick has only been an aeronaut for two weeks so he's really got to up his story game. This whole "Oh yeah, we had a little bit of what you just described as well" isn't going to "cut the mustard," as they've recently become fond of saying in the early 1890s. See? I can do it too, Pynchon!

"a little galvanic halo"
Okay, I guess the electric fluid was lightning. Or space electricity. Or static what-not. That seemed pretty apparent which is why I suggested it so matter-of-factly after my bombastic supposition about aether. Chick's "galvanic halo" sounds like some of that static what-not being that he's suggesting they gathered up some currents based on their speed, meaning they were producing a mighty amount of friction against the clouds and the aether and the what-not and all.

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 "Oh, Gesundheit, Riley," said Zip, "but last time you told that one, it was strange voices and so forth—"

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"Gesundheit"
In just the last couple days, I said this to the Non-Certified Spouse and then I asked her what it literally means, being that she's fluent in German. I was all, "What's 'gesund' mean?" And she was all, "Healthy." And I was all, "What does 'heit' mean?" And she was all, "Technical words and grammar stuff that I don't remember exactly." (That wasn't her quote but my memory's memory of her quote!) But basically it's like saying, "Oh shit, you're dying! Maybe I can ward off death by saying some magical words of healthiness! If you don't die in the next week, I saved your life!" 

"last time you told that one"
Okay, maybe that story wasn't so recent. Or maybe Darby and Chick's camp isn't the first camp they stopped at. Or maybe they've been in this field outside Chicago for a few days. I don't need to be this accurate on the Bindlestiff's timeline! It's not like I'm solving a murder and I need to pinpoint their location across the previous weeks to rule them out as the killers.

"it was strange voices and so forth"
"Sky-stories" like "sea-stories" can often be full of hyperbole and superstition. They're just tall tales to make their adventures seem more exciting. Unless . . . maybe Riley did hear voices and, as he gets further away from the story, he's begun to convince himself that he couldn't have heard voices and thinking he did was nonsense and so he dropped that part of the story. Maybe they were up so high in the atmosphere that Riley could hear the voices of angels or the thoughts of the dead? Remember that part in Gravity's Rainbow where Slothrop begins to pick up on deceased Roland Feldspath's thoughts and how Roland seemed to be trapped somewhere in the atmosphere above the Casino Hermann Goering? And what about the angel over Lübeck? Plenty of various reasons for Riley to have heard voices way up in the sky. Also, he was freezing to death so his mind might have been going a little schizophrenic from the trauma of hypothermia.


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 "Coming in over 'Egypt,' downstate Illinois to you, Darb, we caught us an upriser off a cornfield by Decatur, thought we'd be onto the dang moon by now—'scuse me"—pausing to sneeze—"icicles o' snot down to our belt buckles, goin all blue from the light of that electric fluid, 's whirlpoolin round our heads—ahh-pffeugghh!"

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Riley, one of the Bindlestiffs, is telling this recent story, probably of their trip to the Exposition, seeing as how he seems to have gotten sick from the experience. Because anybody with a grandparent knows you catch cold from being too cold. I don't know the science behind catching a cold if you don't wear a jacket. I guess it has something to do with the immune system falling asleep when the body temperature lowers or maybe cold germs can only live in weather that feels fair to young people but freezes the buttocks off of old men and women.

"Coming in over 'Egypt,' downstate Illinois to you, Darb"
At first I just assumed downstate Illinois was being referred to as Egypt because that's where Cairo, Illinois is. But I did my due diligent research and learned for the first time in my 49 years that Southern Illinois has been referred to as "Little Egypt" for a period of time long enough that when Southeastern Illinois College sprang to life (fully formed the way colleges do, like stars, if my understanding of the universe by way of Giles Goat-Boy is accurate), it incorporated a sphinx and a pyramid into its seal and logo. A better dating of the time the name came about (obviously prior to 1893 since Riley is calling it that in this book) is around the 1830s when the people of Northern Illinois were stricken by a terrible winter and early frost that ruined the crops so that they needed to travel to Southern Illinois to seek sustenance. In doing so, they compared themselves to the Hebrews having to travel to Egypt in a time of famine. Except in their story, nobody was murderously jealous of their little brothers gorgeous jacket and his stupid prophetic dreams and his father's big dumb love for the stupid kid.
    From the very little I've read, it was noted that the first documented use of the term was in 1912. But it was definitely used for longer than that almost certainly and probably. Not that I'd ever heard it before but I was born and raised in California and what do Californians know about the Midwest. Or East. What region is Illinois considered to be in? I'd say Midwest because it contains Chicago. Also because "Midwest" always includes a bunch of states I never would have thought were Midwest and excludes a bunch of states I always assumed were the Midwest. Again, what do Californians know?! The only regions we're concerned with are the beaches and valleys. And the people of the valleys better damn well stay off the beaches!

"caught us an upriser"
Obviously Riley is talking about a current of air that shot their balloon well into the troposphere, possibly even into the stratosphere! I don't know much about balloons and how high they can go but I can talk atmospheric layers all day long! As long as we stick to the one that had a Masters of the Universe character named after it and the troposphere. But the term "upriser" also suggests one who takes part in an uprising. As in "the immigrants and poor people of this country aren't going to take much more of this exploiting of labor by rich industrialists and they're going to make some serious trouble if nobody institutes any labor laws right quick, don't'cha know?!"

"the dang moon"
I don't know what Riley's got against the moon but come on! That kind of language is uncalled for. Unless he just meant "by dang we sure got sent way up in the air, almost to the beautiful and gorgeous and well-adjusted moon!"

"goin all blue from the light of that electric fluid, 's whirlpoolin round our heads"
I think Riley is talking about the Aether here. It's a super important part of this book because Against the Day takes place in the—oh! oh! here we go! Am I doing it right?!—liminal space in our changing understanding of light. In 1887, the Michaelson-Morley experiment began to cast doubt on the existence of aether, previously needed for the theory about how light traveled through space. One of Pynchon's stage decorations of the novel may be that our theories of the world create the world and so while we believed in aether, the world provided copious examples of it. But as we began to doubt it, it literally changed our world. And I don't mean Pynchon suggests this with only the aether but with our entire belief system, and possibly even our fiction.
    One example of this is the Hollow Earth theory. The theory was a popular belief but disproven in the late 1700s. At that point, it became a relic of science fiction. So while you wouldn't expect the Chums of Chance to travel through a Hollow Earth, having been disproven a century before their adventures, they still manage to do it because it's still a popular theme in science fiction, such as in 1892's The Goddess of Atvatabar by William R. Bradshaw.
    Also, the "electric fluid" might just be lightning! In 1893, the Chums are also in a liminal electric space! It was only in 1882 that the first New York electric street lamps were beginning to spring up. And the Chicago's World Fair will be a major exhibition of the wonders of electricity and lighting. The 1890s were also when Tesla was experimenting with wireless lighting and wireless electricity.
    My point, and I sometimes have them, is that 1893 seems to be a perfect space in time and science for Pynchon to explore the ideas of how our consciousness, and how the world around us and our perception of it, changed dramatically through technology and innovation. And also, as we'll see, labor practices!

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 After introductions, Chick and Darby brought out folding camp chairs, the Bindlestiffs opened their baskets of delectables, and the colleagues settled down to an evening of gossip, shop talk, and sky-stories.

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"baskets of delectables"
If this had been written ten years later, Pynchon would definitely be referencing Hillary Clinton's "basket of deplorables" here. Although just seeing this phrase in print makes me appreciate Clinton's wordplay even more. Also, history has proven that Hillary was being kind when she only said half of Trump's followers were in the basket of deplorables. She went on to clarify who the other half were and why they might be voting for Trump and she was way too optimistic and forgiving of those people. Because a good percentage of those supposed people readily embraced the badge of "deplorable" and showed their true selves in their stupid righteous misplaced anger.

"folding camp chairs"
Here's an image of a Hecules folding camp chair that I found on eBay:



I don't know if this is the kind stored on the Inconvenience but at least it gives you an impression of how crappy things were in 1893. Also how dainty most people's posteriors were! I would crush this thing and I'm not even obese! At least that's what I tell myself.




Here's a picture of Teddy Roosevelt in a Tripolina folding chair patented in 1877. This is probably more like what the kids had on the ship because that other thing is terrible! I'm not editing it out though because it's actually pretty interesting. This design is still fairly common now even though Tripolina inventor Joseph Fenby's company went bankrupt in 1879. If you want a better look at a modern version, just Google it!





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 Even with the chorus of hoots it evoked from the other boys, Darby found the fleeting brush of her freckled cheek against his lips more than worth the aggravation.

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Geez, 1893! Way to ruin a romantic moment with a kiss on the cheek! I'm a modern man in 2021! I need some lip on lip action at worst! And yes, I know these are, at best, twelve year old children (I'm sure Penelope is an "older woman" and probably more like fourteen). But just because somebody is an old fart doesn't mean they don't remember what it was like to be every other age they've ever been. In fact, the thing most young people don't understand until they've gotten older themselves is that a person remains every age they've always been at all times. When I became infatuated with Sailor Moon during college, it wasn't the twenty-something year old adult that fell in love with the romantic entanglements and genuine friendships of the girls. It was the part of me that was still fourteen years old and still experiencing the intense feelings of those first junior high school crushes. You don't ever really leave behind the emotions engendered by the various experiences that formed you across decades. It's like looking through a prism where everything is refracted by different perceptions based on your various ages. You retain and feel the experiences of being a fourteen year old while simultaneously viewing those feelings and experiences through the lenses of a forty year old (which is also different from viewing the twelve year old's experiences through the lenses of a twenty-eight year old you (which is also different from viewing the twenty eight year old's viewing of the twelve year old's experiences through the eyes of a forty year old you (it can get pretty confusing! Maybe that's what dementia is! Too many convoluted ways to perceive your life after far too many years))). Aging isn't transmutative; aging is just insetting more and more parenthetical references into an ever-lengthening clause.

Another good but unnecessary example is Degrassi Junior High. When I was watching the original on PBS, I was about a year younger than Caitlin and Joey Jeremiah. I can still return to the show and feel exactly how I felt at the time. I can still have a non-troubling crush on young Caitlin because it's still the twelve year old me who feels that crush. It's not forty-nine year old me who is crushing on the girl. That's gross! But I still experience the part of me that's still twelve. The party of me that's forty-nine sees the women now whom I had crushes on when I was young, women like Gillian Anderson and Christina Applegate and Winona Ryder and Stacie Mistysyn, and thinks, "They're even more attractive now than they were when they were younger!" Younger me would probably disagree but fuck that guy. He's dead now! I mean, mostly, since saying he's dead argues against everything I've been saying up until this moment! And I don't want to be thought of as a disingenuous hypocrite.

No, you know what? It's fine. I actually love being thought of as a disingenuous hypocrite.

Anyway, that part about needing "lip on lip action at worst" was just a joke that didn't get to its disgusting punchline thanks to the interruption by the rumination about aging. It's probably for the best!

"more than worth the aggravation"
When the boys are teasing you for getting attention from a girl, you know it's the only way their stunted male emotions allow them to give a round of supportive applause.

"her freckled cheek"
Twelve year old me is now in love with Penelope Black.

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 "You better kiss me," she said, "it's tradition after all."

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What is the power dynamic between the Captain of a ship and the mascotte of another ship? I'm concerned this might be sexual harassment. It's probably okay because Penny doesn't have any way of punishing Darby if he doesn't kiss her the way Randolph could punish Darby if he didn't kiss him. This is probably like if the CEO of Microsoft fucked the Phillie Phanatic's face. It would just be one individual whose power in their own field doesn't overlap in any way the other person's field and thus divorces that power from any intimate actions of which the two partake. The only concern for me, in that situation, is that one of those two hypothetical individuals seems a little bit rapey to me. You know which one I mean. I mean the one less likely to sue me for slander.

I wish my junior high school crush Marilyn had been this forward in the library that day when the note we'd been passing back and forth during lunch had returned to me with "I love you anyways" and I just became super embarrassed and awkward and laughed and stopped responding with the note like a big dumb socially retarded buffoon. If' only she'd said, "You better kiss me!" Although is that any less intimidating than "I love you anyway" which caused me to completely shut down and fall apart? If she'd said, "You better kiss me," my brain would have fired up an embolism on the spot and put me out of my misery for good.

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 He found himself shuffling nervously, and with no idea what to do about his hands.

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"what to do about his hands"
Salute? Shake Penny's hand? Snap your fingers while pretending to juggle? Punch Penny gently in the shoulder? Finger guns? Thumbs up? Hand jive?
    If Darby didn't like Penny, I'd have a whole other list of less than polite things he could do with his hands!

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 "W-wow! Your first command! That's champion!"

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Darby isn't afraid to compliment a woman on succeeding. He's the real champion! I mean, obviously Penny is the real champion having been promoted to Captain of her own ship and not refusing it for six years like a huge sucker, getting fatter and fatter and more bearded until nobody respected Riker at all anymore. But Darby can be sort of a champion for simply being a decent human being and not a typical man. Here's a chart of the decency of men:

Despicable                                   Average                               Decent                   Benevolent
<-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------->

See how the average man isn't decent like you would expect? You would expect the base line of being a decent human being would be the average state of a man. At least you might expect that if you had never met a man and were an alien from another planet. But after seeing how terribly men react to things like women succeeding, you'd have to realize that just being a decent person and celebrating that news makes you better than the average man! Also notice that "Average" is much closer to "Despicable" than "Benevolent."

I hope I don't get my man card confiscated for talking about men like this! But really, we mostly suck. And yet I still love myself! So confident! And delusional!

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 "Yeahp," Penny grinned, "they gave me the Tzigane—just brought the old tub in here from Eugene, got her berthed down past that little grove of trees there, nobody worse for wear."

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"Yeahp"
I guess this is how we're supposed to say "Yep!" in Oregon? Like how all the Maine residents in Stephen King books say, "Ayuh." The only problem is I'll have to figure out exactly how to say it so people know I'm not just saying "Yep!"

"the Tzigane"
A "tzigane" is an Eastern European Romani person, particularly from Hungary. I already pointed out how the name of their club, "Bindlestiffs," could possibly be an offensive term and now they're basically calling their wandering ship the Gypsy. It's possible the crew are all Romani in which case the name is fine. The earliest documented mention of Roma in Oregon is from papers in 1893! The story, you might not be surprised to hear, is about a missing girl who was presumed kidnapped by a passing group of Romani. With no evidence, of course! But my guess, since they're ascensionaries, is that they're probably just a bunch of white protestants who think it's cute to play as traveling bindlestiffs and wandering Romani. Or, as we would have said in the 70s because they were two of the most popular Halloween costumes (because they were so easy to pull off), hobos and gypsies. But we wouldn't say that anymore! I mean, I wouldn't. I won't pretend Conservatives don't exist. They're not going to give up their casually racist and offensive terms unless we pull them from their cold dead hands! Hint, hint!

"Eugene"
This is where all the hippies live in Oregon. It's where the University of Oregon is located. Their mascot is the duck. That's pretty lame even when you consider the other big Oregon University's mascot is a beaver. Portland State's mascot is the Viking which seems more like a football mascot (probably because it's also a professional one!) although it feels a bit racist in the 21st century. Not racist like calling your football team the Redskins! But racist like celebrating European white heritage!
    A truck I was driving on a road trip with my cousin once broke down in Eugene and I was lucky that my step-grandfather lived there so he could pick us up until help came to get us back to Portland. He was the father of an ex-mayor of Portland who totally cheats at Scattergories. I don't want to name him because knowing he cheats at that game could hurt his reputation. But you might also know him as the Portlandia mayor's assistant!

"that little grove of trees"
That's where the man with the camera and the naked lady ran off to! I wonder if Penny saw them doing it!

"nobody worse for the wear"
I think she saw the Inconvenience's terrible landing and is breaking Darby's balls here.

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 The Bindlestiffs were known and respected for granting the loquacious sex membership on a strictly equal footing with boys, including full opportunities for promotion.

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"the loquacious sex"
Weird to think how women got the stereotype of talking a lot when men have tried to keep women's voices silent for most of history. I suppose in that environment, where you never want to hear a woman's opinion on any topic, any amount of speaking seems like too much. Maybe men have gotten the reputation for not being so talkative because most of the stuff they want to say is crass and disgusting which is why they only say it in the locker room where only other crass and disgusting creatures are hanging out.
    I'll tell you this about locker rooms: anybody who says something like "that's just locker room talk!" is a disgusting, vile monster of a human being. As a male, I've spent way more time in locker rooms than I would have liked and being in those locker rooms was always torturous. If a guy thinks it's somehow "out of bounds" to criticize a person for "locker room talk," that guy is telling on himself. If he enjoys being in a locker room with all of those other monsters, he himself is a monster. Being in a locker room as a fat kid in junior high were the worst moments of my life and all guys who think "locker room talk" is okay can get fucked. They're sociopaths if they think the person they are in the locker room isn't their true self. Who you are when you think nobody will judge you is exactly who you are. When you're out of the locker room, you're in your secret identity.

See how much I just talked there! Okay, sure, it was writing. But it's basically the same thing! I want to "talk" so much that I've written over 4000 blog entries on my other blog! Although if we were face to face, I probably wouldn't have much to say and you would think, "As a male, he's not very loquacious." I would really hope you enjoyed carrying conversations.

If the Bindlestiffs were known for gender equality then the standard among aeronauts was not that. I guess I didn't expect anything different, it being 1893 and all. But I still do hope one of the Chums winds up being a girl in drag.

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 "That's 'Captain' to you." She held up a sleeve to display four gold stripes, at whose edges could be seen evidence of recent needlework.

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Oh no! Penny is a captain?! Darby, being a "mascotte," doesn't have a chance! What Captain would rightly be seen dating what amounts to the 1893 version of the San Diego chicken?! Or the Philly Whatsamajig?! Poor Darby!

"four gold stripes"
This is the Naval insignia for a Captain. Also for airline pilots! But the aeronauts are probably using Naval designations because they crew ships of the air and also because airline pilots didn't exist yet.

"recent needlework"
She's only been a Captain for a short time! This is the kind of clue Sherlock Holmes would use to solve a murder. I don't know what good the information will be to Darby. Also, has there been a murder?

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 "Hello, Riley, Zip . . . Penny," he added shyly.

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Darby was me in junior high school. I'd always find a way to acknowledge my crush but only as casually as possible, like saying hello to everybody in class just so it didn't look like I was actually only interested in saying hello to Marilyn.

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 Darby, recognizing them as members of Bindlestiffs of the Blue A.C., a club of ascensionaries from Oregon, with whom the Chums of Chance had often flown on joint manœuvres, broke into a welcoming smile, especially for Miss Penelope ("Penny") Black, whose elfin appearance disguised an intrepid spirit and unfaltering will, and on whom he had had a "case" for as long as he could remember.

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"Bindlestiffs of the Blue A.C."
I'm fairly certain the "A.C." just stands for "aeronautics club" even though I really wanted it to stand for "antichrist" or "amazing Christ," seeing as how this club is made up of ascensionaries. I think that's something like "missionaries who descend upon you like vultures from the air." "Bindlestiff" is probably a derogatory term by now but it basically means a tramp or a hobo. You know, somebody who carries a bindle. These guys are just tramps of the air, flying around getting into trouble stealing pies from windowsills and destroying primitive cultures with their love of Christ.

"from Oregon"
I'm not from Oregon but I'm kind of from Oregon since Oregon was where my alcoholic father geographicked to after divorcing my mom when I was two. So I spent the odd weekend or two up there growing up. Now I live here. It's exactly the kind of place an aeronautics club called the Bindlestiffs of the Blue would be from. Except they wouldn't be espousing Christ's teachings now. Now they'd be spreading Marx's words and their balloon's gondola would be full of chickens.

"Miss Penelope ("Penny") Black"
This is the first knowingly female aeronaut! I bet Darby isn't the only aeronaut with a crush on her. Part of the reason men think women have their pick of any man they want is because so much gatekeeping is done on various hobbies and occupations. If you only allow one or two women into your club of dozens of men, the men are going to swarm all over the woman as a potential partner. And when she refuses them all, it isn't because she's some prude or cold hearted person. It's probably because the guy she's attracted to isn't attracted to her which means she's in the same boat as all the men attracted to her who she isn't attracted to! If you want more opportunities to meet a woman whom you're attracted to who is also attracted to you, let more women into your spaces! Or, better yet, get into hobbies or occupations that are typically considered feminine by society! Or, and this is a revolutionary idea, if you're a heterosexual man, maybe don't treat every member of the opposite sex as simply an opportunity to get laid!
    Why did I go on that rant? Who knows?! What I really wanted to say was that Penelope is a great name for a dame from 1893! And her surname of "Black" probably means something too! Like, "black" is the color of a moonless night so it's the opposite of "day" which we're apparently "against." It's the absence of light and light is (or will be?) an important theme in this book!

"elfin appearance"
This either means she's short or tall, depending on what kind of elves Pynchon is talking about. Probably short since this moment is pre-Tolkien (not pre-Tolkien existing since he was born a year previously! But definitely pre-Lord of the Rings which he didn't write until way after he was one year old). It also means she's cute, probably. If she were ugly, she'd probably be described as "goblinesque" or "troll-like."
    Being tiny and demure would also explain why her look "disguised an intrepid spirit and unfaltering will." I hope "intrepid spirit" and "unfaltering will" are euphemisms for "horny like a goat in spring."

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 "Howdy, Darb! What's up and what's down?"

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The new mystery person appears to be one of Darby's peers but is it a rival or a friend?! Who can tell?! Other than a person who reads books as one continuous action and doesn't take a break after every sentence to ask stupid questions.

"What's up"
This is a thing people ask other people when they want to know what the other person is currently up to or has recently been up to or maybe even what they've been up to since they last met. Sometimes it doesn't even require an answer and it is just meant as an informal greeting. It can be answered by a smart ass friend with "The sky!"

"What's down"
This is not a formulation that I'm familiar with. This character is probably just adding it as a sort of poetic and balancing factor to the "what's up," a bit of casual fun with language. But it could also be something aeronauts say to each other when they're on the ground. "Hey, I know you're not up currently so what's going down here on the ground, my good buddy ten four roger!" "What's going down?" is another way to say "What's up?" which is kind of weird, isn't it? You would think opposites would mean something different! Maybe it's like an 80s edgelord comedian's routine. "You ever notice how white people are always all, 'What's up?' But then Black people are always all, 'What's going down?'"



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 Into the firelight emerged two boys and a girl, carrying picnic baskets and wearing flight uniforms of indigo mohair brilliantine with scarlet pinstripes, and headgear which had failed to achieve the simpler geometry of the well-known Shriner fez, being far more ornate and, even for its era, arguably not in the best of taste. There was an oversized spike, for example, coming out the top, German style, and a number of plumes dyed a pale eclipse green.

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I bet those picnic baskets are full of valuables nicked from campsites without dogs where aeronauts have already collapsed into sleep around their campfires. I don't trust these new kids at all!

Here's what the Bindlestiffs of the Blue A.C. might look like according to the Non-Certified Spouse, Kendal:



And here's an early draft of Penelope Black before she decided the hats weren't the same material as the uniforms.



I hope I can get Kendal to imagine all the fashion descriptions throughout the book! The only issue is that drawing takes much longer than my crappy analysis and I'm already going to spend over ten years doing this project! So in the future, I'll just add her art later and re-share the link to the entry when it's ready.





Thursday, January 21, 2021

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 "Hey, anybody home?"

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Who are these mysterious strangers sneaking around in the dark, going from encampment to encampment armed with beefsteaks to distract the guard dogs? Seems suspicious! Yelling "Hey, anybody home?" is exactly what I yell whenever I break into somebody's house looking to steal their Beanie Babies. Then if somebody answers, you can pretend you were just there to visit.

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 As Darby and Chick watched, out of the evening came a giant beefsteak, soaring in an arc, slowly rotating, and hit the dirt almost exactly between Pugnax's front paws, where he regarded it for a while, a single eyebrow raised, one would have to say, disdainfully.

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"beefsteak"
I thought the definition of beefsteak would be more interesting than "a thick cut of beef" but that's pretty much it. It's really the same definition as steak so I don't know why there are two words for it. Was there a time in our country's history when somebody would offer you a steak and you'd accept and then they'd give you a steak from a crocodile's ass? So people had to start specifying they want "beefsteak" so that they wouldn't be tricked into eating a crocodile's butthole?
    Judging by Pugnax's reaction to the beefsteak, he probably would have preferred the croc's butthole.

"As Darby and Chick watched"
This is code, like in a British crossword puzzle (or cryptic crossword as they're known in America), that means "the following sentence should be viewed as a scene from a movie." See the following note!

"soaring in an arc, slowly rotating"
This is one of those scenes where Pynchon thinks he's directing a movie. I also picture Pugnax looking at the steak and then looking directly into the camera to make his disdainful expression. Then the audience roars with laughter even though this scene was prominently featured in the trailer and they'd all already seen it. Maybe the laughter was more of the "Oh yeah! I remember seeing this in the trailer! Remember seeing this in the trailer, other movie goers also laughing uproariously?! Oh ho ho! So good, that first time I saw this. But better now because I get to experience it again while also experiencing the memory of the first time I laughed at it!"

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 Pugnax stood his ground but had ceased barking, apparently judging the visitors nasally acceptable.

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"nasally acceptable"
I don't know what smells a dog finds non-threatening but judging by the kinds of things they love to eat and roll around in, I'd rather smell threatening to a dog than non-threatening. Pugnax is the character insert for Scrappy Doo and I don't know what smells Scrappy loved. Boxing shorts after a long bout? The smell of a shin guard after it's been peeled off a shin after a lengthy match? Scooby Doo's butthole? If Pugnax were the character insert of Scooby Doo, I'd assume the visitors were covered in meatball subs.

Pugnax is also the character insert of the audience so Pugnax feeling calmer about the new characters makes me feel calmer about the new characters because I know Pugnax feels what I feel and thinks what I think therefore the reverse of that is also true.

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 "Here you go," called an invisible voice, "nice doggy!"

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Can you pet the dog in Pynchon's Against the Day?

No.

Wednesday, January 20, 2021

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 They found Pugnax up on his feet, clenched and alert, watching the outer darkness intently—from what the boys could tell, poised to launch a massive counter-assault on whatever was now approaching their perimeter.

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Here's what this description of Pugnax reminds me of:



Oh hey! Scrappy Doo is what I was supposed to picture from the beginning, wasn't it? Pugnax is basically Latin for "Scrappy." He can't talk as well as Scrappy Doo which is what threw me at the beginning. But now we see he can stand up on his back legs and clench his fists in a fighting stance. Sure, Pynchon just says he's "clenched and alert" but I know what he means! The image of Scrappy Doo ready to fight popped directly into my head here!

And since Pugnax doesn't talk very well, I'm sure his howling like a kennelful of dogs was him saying, "Lemme 'at 'im! Lemme 'at 'im! I'll splat 'im! PUPPY POWER!"




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 "Just ol' Pugnax. One of his many talents. Guess we'd better go have a look."

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"his many talents"
So far we've learned that Pugnax can read, excrete over the side of the Inconvenience, and howl as loudly as dozens of dogs. Three could be "many" but my guess is Pugnax has more surprises to come. I hope one of his talents he later performs is explaining Gravity's Rainbow.

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 "Him and what else?"

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Here we see Chick Counterfly expecting there to be more text—a sort of "subtext," if you will—to Darby's simple statement of "Pugnax." But sometimes there is no subtext. The answer is right there in the words in front of your face. Although I'm sure the "what else" of this statement is probably something that Darby, Chick, and the reader are just currently unaware. Like maybe Pugnax is possessed by a thousand lost souls trying to flee Hell.

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 "Pugnax," explained Darby, noting Chick's alarmed expression.

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Pugnax makes enough noise to sound like a whole kennelful of dogs. That's because Pugnax represents the reader and there are a lot of readers. Why they're making such a racket right now, I have no idea. Perhaps we just want some Pynchonian weirdness already!

"Chick's alarmed expression"
Chick has only been aboard the Inconvenience for two weeks so he hasn't had a chance to hear the racket old Pugnax can make.

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 Suddenly what sounded like a whole kennelful of dogs began to bark furiously.

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"kennelful of dogs"
The amount of dogs it takes to fill a kennel. This is a lesser amount than a "kennelful of cats" but greater than a "kennelful of bears."

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 "Did I swear off? I must've been all confused in my mind. No tobacco! Say, it's the goldurn Keeley Cure around here. How do you people get through your day?"

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Before I look up the "Keeley Cure," I'm going to guess it's simply going cold turkey. That's not an astounding educated guess! That's me reading the text the way it was written and comprehending what's being said. But some people suck at comprehension so stating what you've just read in a different way seems impressive to them.

"Keeley Cure"
The Keeley Institute has a Wikipedia entry so you can go read that or read my version of it. I recommend my version of it because it'll be shorter and probably more vulgar. I add the vulgar part because in these days when all information is on the Internet, a blog like this Against the Day blog can only exist if something more is added other than pure information. All the information to understand every reference in a Pynchon novel is already out there. You can find it yourself or you can go to some Pynchon-wiki that does all the work for you. So why does this blog exist?! So that I can concentrate on all the boner references in Pynchon's work while pretending I'm trying to do some sort of academic project!
    Anyway, the Keeley Institute was created to cure alcoholism. Doctor Keeley Keeley was the first person to decide that alcoholism didn't occur because the alcoholic didn't have an ounce of that certain something that would have enabled them to be a Green Lantern. No, Dr. Keeley decided alcoholism was a disease! The Keeley Institute's slogan was "Drunkenness is a disease and I can cure it!" I would have gone with "we can cure it" as the Institute's slogan but what do I know? I'm terrible at branding! I'm not even marketing my Mason & Dixon: One Line at a Time blog! Except for that link. That'll be it! It's my secret blog! Keeley probably chose "I can cure it" to emphasize that any other "cure" that didn't include him was a definite hoax.
    Let me preface this by saying that I'm the son of an alcoholic father who divorced my mother when I was 2 and was only around enough during the next sixteen years to enable him to not get the moniker "deadbeat." So while I can intellectually wrap my head around the idea that addiction is a disease based on our imperfect genes, I also have to reckon with my emotional intelligence which screams, "Oh. How convenient! You get to abandon me for my entire childhood and then get sober to try to be my adult friend, somehow sidestepping all of the anger and fights and trauma that go along with raising a child which my mother had to deal with every day! And I'm supposed to just go, 'Yeah, well, it was a disease! I get it! I forgive you!' Well fuck that! I'm fairly certain you never gave me a proper Step 9 anyway! Your own son! Disease my ass! You were just a weak-willed selfish shit! Get fucked!"
    As you may have noticed, the Internet is my therapist.
    So, the Keeley Cure was to inject drunkards with "bichloride of gold" for a week or so. Which the Chums of Chance aren't doing so I guess Chick just sees their rule of no smoking as some method which would cause them to abstain from some vice.
    Eventually, Keeley died and, since he was the brand and he'd stuck that "I" in the slogan instead of the "we," the numbers of people who attempted the cure declined until the Institute was simply an old fashioned relic by the 1930s. At that time, according to the Wikiepedia, "most physicians believed that 'drunkards are neurotics and cannot be cured by injections.'" Just a second while I email that statement to my father.
    Well, that was actually longer than I thought it would be but still not as long as the Wikipedia. Plus there was that nice therapy session in the middle so I'm glad I wrote it!

"How do you people get through your day?"
Sheesh, Chick. Addict much? That's young person slang for "Why are you being so obvious and up front about serious inner flaws that you should maybe work harder to obfuscate from strangers on the Internet?" But I get it, Chick. I think the same thing every time I meet somebody who doesn't write five to ten blog entries per day. I mean, how do you cope with all of this *waves arms in every direction to indicate the banal cruelty of existence*.

One last serious (maybe?) note about addiction: whatever the cause of addiction, the cure ultimately amounts to the person realizing their life has gone so far off the rails that they know something must change. The "cure" is simply that thing which allows them to keep from engaging in the harmful habit. I believe Alcoholics Anonymous works for so many because it encourages community and help from others (this is also possibly what made the Keeley Institute work for those it worked for. If you read the Wiki, the original location especially became a sort of commune or village for people desperate to change their lives). Community and help from others are things that a person spiraling in addiction deny themselves. They are caught up in the narcissism and drama of their own lives, perhaps drinking to escape one kind of pain, or drinking because they simply feel more ("drinking" can be replaced by any other addictive behavior, of course). But even AA acknowledges that the cure must begin with the person wanting to change. AA is simply there to support that person's decision. It doesn't work as a cure; it works to encourage the "cure" which is the individual wanting to make different, less self-destructive choices. I'm absolutely all in for that kind of community. But it doesn't absolve my father for being a selfish, self-destructive asshole who flushed away our relationship because he couldn't be bothered to stop drinking. He chose to stop when I turned 18 because his own life was a wreck; he never chose to stop when I was 2 or 4 or 8 or 12 when I was hurting thanks to his absence.

Tuesday, January 19, 2021

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 "Say, it's cubebs. Medicinal use only. No tobacco allowed on board, as you might recall from your Chums of Chance Membership Oath."

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"cubebs"
These are the type of cigarettes young people will begin to smoke if you purchase a pool table for your small town. I suppose Darby smokes cubeb cigarettes because they're not allowed tobacco and we all know the loopholes for smoking things with medicinal qualities! Although I can't seem to find any evidence that cubeb has any kind of narcotic effect on the user other than Edgar Rice Burroughs claiming that Tarzan would never have been written if he hadn't smoked so many cubeb cigarettes. And I guess the fact that cubeb cigarettes are a part of the trouble that starts with "T" which rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool.

"Chums of Chance Membership Oath"
I hope we get to hear this oath at some point and I hope it's a parody of Green Lantern's oath.

In Brightest day! In Darkest night!
No evil shall escape my sight!
If I may and if I might!
Have my wish: Green Lantern's light!

That's the real oath (or close enough without looking it up! So what if I forgot a line or two?!). Here's the Chums' parody oath:

Against the Day! It's always night!
Thelonius Monk was totally right!
Up in the air, we shine our light!
Like a city on a hill for the world or something.
I don't know. We're just kids! Anyway, don't smoke on the ship.

I imagine the "No Smoking!" rule is enforced due to the hydrogen-generating machine. But then it doesn't make sense that cubeb cigarettes can be smoked just because they're medicinal. I bet Lindsay hasn't authorized this rebellious loophole at all!

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 "My Great-Aunt Petunia!" exclaimed Chick, "what is that smell?"

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I'm a little bit disgusted with the pairing of "My Great-Aunt Petunia" and "What is that smell?" Anyway, I don't know if Chick actually has a Great-Aunt Petunia or if that was some kind of cool exclamation all the kids were using back in 1893.

The smell is Darby's cigarette, indicating it is not the standard tobacco (which was previously suggested in the prior sentence. Sometimes a writer likes to build up the clues so readers can think they're smart when they guess what's about to happen. In this case, Darby and Chick are about to get fuckin' ripped).

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 "Sounds more like it was all that Chinese foofooraw you mentioned," said Darby, "nothing you caused. Here, do you smoke these?" lighting up a species of cigarette and offering one to Chick.

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"Dude, your dad sucks. Take a hit of this."

"Chinese foofooraw"
A brouhaha or a commotion, in this case a Chinese one. Because Chick's dad was trying to sell Mississippi to a mysterious Chinese consortium out of Tijuana, Mexico. Does Chick have his own book series except maybe based on Trixie Belden books? Chick Counterfly and the Mexican Chinese Real Estate Mystery.

"a species of cigarette"
Well, it ain't tobacco! "Ain't" is preferred to "isn't" in drug discourse.


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 "Well, but it seemed like Pop was starting to slow down some. Wondered if it was me somehow. You know, the extra trouble or something."

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And now we get to the part where Chick blames himself. If I could give Chick some advice, I'd point out that a father who truly loved you would sacrifice himself for you, not the other way around.

Although maybe my advice on how to deal with a father who abandoned you isn't the best advice to take being that I'm the guy who, during Field of Dreams when the father stepped out of the corn to play catch with Costner, screamed, "Fuck that guy!"

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 "Good exercise, I bet."

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This is Darby's awkward response to Chick unloading his father issues onto him around the watch-fire. Does he mean running from the judges was good exercise? Or does he mean Chick reciting the proofs of his father's love a good exercise to strengthen Chick's belief?

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 After a moment, "Thing is, I believe he would have hung on. If he could have. We were partners, see? Always had something going. Some swell little moneymaker. Not always to the sheriff's liking, but enough to keep beans in the pot. Didn't mind all the midnight relocations, but those small-town courtrooms, I never could get used to them. Judge'd take one look at us, up went that hammer, whiz! we were usually out the door and on the main road before it came back down again."

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The use of all these short sentences said quickly without giving Darby a chance to interject suggests a kid trying to convince himself of some lie he's concocted in his mind. It's the catechism of the abandoned child. "Would Pop have hung on? Yes, if he could have. What were we, Pop and I? Partners. What did we have going? Swell little moneymakers. Who was our enemy? The sheriff and the small town judges. Did we stay fed? Yes, with beans. Who loved me? Pop."



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 Chick gazed dolefully into the fire.

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"dolefully"
This means to express sorrow or to act mournfully. That means Chick is being vulnerable in the presence of another boy, something the reader might not have expected from his previous uncivil outbursts. Or maybe it's exactly what the reader expected since bullies are usually bullies for emotional reasons they don't want to examine too closely! Of course Chick is hurting from his father's abandonment; why else would he pick on Miles Blundell so harshly?! I've seen my share of CBS Afternoon Specials. I know what's up!

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 "I guess that must be awful tough for you, Chick. I don't think I even remember mine."

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I suppose Darby has vague early memories of some blob shaped thing floating at the edge of his vision as his mother hugged him and that's why he's unsure if he remembers his dad or not. It could have been his dad. Or it could have been a curtain blowing at the window. But at least Darby misses his dad as much as he misses that curtain. The best part about having your dad leave before you can make memories is you wind up never knowing a difference.

Although this makes me wonder: what happened to their mothers? And how did Darby wind up aboard Inconvenience?

Those questions only matter if Darby and Chick aren't the ghosts of dead kids. If they're actually dead kids recruited by the fallen angel Randolph St. Cosmo, just forget the questions. Their mothers are probably crying their eyes out somewhere about their poor dead babies.

Monday, January 18, 2021

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 Finally, to Darby's surprise, "I sure do miss my Pop," Chick confided abruptly.

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Chick is still at the age when he needs his father. It won't be long before he realizes "Cat's in the Cradle" by Harry Chapin isn't a sad song at all about a son becoming like his absent father; it's a song about a son realizing his dad never really cared and so he doesn't care about his dad anymore. The son doesn't grow up to be just like the dad; the son just chooses, now that he has the option, to not associate with his father any more. The son is off spending time with his kids who have the flu instead of ignoring them with work. The song tries to make it seem like the son grew up to be obsessed with work and care little for family life but we never actually get a picture of the son's family life. We just know the son grew up to not want to spend time with his father for reasons the listener completely understands by the end. For those of us who grew up with a mostly absent father, the song isn't a sad ballad; it's a fucking anthem for sticking it to your dad.

What I'm saying is I hope that one day, Chick can grow up to stiff his father just like his father stiffed him and to not give a rat's ass about him.

"I sure do miss my Pop"
"Pop" can be a regionalism for "soda" but it probably isn't in this case because it's capitalized and Chick's father abandoned him. So it's probably what you thought it was when you initially read it. No Pepsi subtext here!

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 They sat by the fire for a while, silent as a pair of drovers camping out on the western prairie.

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Chick and Darby are bonding, King of the Hill style. Lindsay probably thought they'd bicker and insult each other all night. But they're going to form a fucking union and Lindsay's head is going to explode.

"fire"
A signifier of warmth, probably used to show the two are growing closer together.

"pair of drovers"
They're people who drive! But they drive cattle and not cars. And not in the way you drive cars. You can't get inside a cow. Comparing them together to another career shows that they're not so dissimilar, and they share a need to work together.

"western prairie"
Probably like Kansas or Nebraska. One of those states that seem flat if you travel east/west but is more like a rumpled carpet if you travel north/south.

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 "Thanks, wouldn't mind a cup at all."

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In polite discourse, "I would love a cup. Thank you very much!" is preferable to "Thanks, wouldn't mind a cup at all."

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 Something in his tone suggested that this was only the sort of friendly teasing a fellow Darby's age had to expect to put up with.

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Chick Counterfly wants to make a friend but he can't completely drop his insulting demeanor! But Darby gets it. You've got to haze the younger guy a bit. Not too much! Don't be a complete dick about it! But let him know he's one of the boys by throwing an insult his way every now and then. Especially if it's about how young he is because the unspoken part of that insult is that it's actually a compliment, jealously given!

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 "Care for some?" Chick offered. "Or don't they let you drink this stuff yet?"

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In 1893, I guess kids weren't allowed to drink coffee. Probably because there wasn't enough cocaine in it. Unless maybe kids in 1893 were drinking tons of coffee but kids in 2006 weren't yet back to drinking 1893 levels of coffee, so Pynchon was all, "The youngest kid aboard the airship probably isn't allowed to drink this adult beverage."

I used to go on caravan weekends with my grandparents, their siblings, and their siblings grandkids. This was in the 70s. All of the adults would get up early and sit around on lawn chairs drinking coffee. It smelled pretty good and it looked like a good time so I, of course, whined my head off until I was given a cup and told not to waste it. I had one sip and thought, "How do I waste this without anybody knowing?" My first attempt to drink it was to add so much milk that the coffee turned as beige as a brand new Vega being given away on The Price is Right. It still didn't work. Eventually I whined my head off until I was allowed to dump it in the sink.

Now I like coffee. All kinds of coffee from the black stuff brewed at the back of the church on nights when church isn't in session to the sugary nonsense stuff from Starbucks that shouldn't legally be allowed to be called coffee.

Chick likes coffee and he wants a buddy to drink coffee with him so he can't be all that bad. I mean bad in a bad way. He's definitely bad in the way that I would thoroughly enjoy if I were into bad boys which I am not. I was into Leather Tuscadero and not The Fonz.